05/16/2025
Bii-Em
The sun was setting, casting a golden light over everything, the buildings, the trees, even the dust in the air. I stood still, just watching, as a plane soared across the sky above me. It was distant, almost silent, but for some reason, it felt loud in my chest.
Every time I see a plane, I think of him.
We were just kids back then, best friends, the kind of bond that felt unbreakable. We did everything together. Laughed until we cried, shared crazy dreams about seeing the world, building things, never letting anything come between us.
But life had other plans.
He got an opportunity. A chance to study abroad, to chase something bigger. I was proud of him, really, I was. But when he left, it felt like something in me went quiet. He promised to keep in touch, to come back, to never change. For a while, he did write. Then… the silence began.
At first, I told myself he was just busy. New place, new life, I understood. But as weeks turned to months and months to years, I started to wonder if I had been forgotten.
Still, I kept looking up. Every time a plane passed by, I wondered, is he on that one? Does he ever think about home? About me?
I never got my answer. But today, watching that plane disappear into the clouds, something felt different. It didn’t hurt the way it used to. I realized I wasn’t waiting anymore. I was remembering.
And remembering isn’t the same as holding on. It’s gentler. Softer. It allows you to miss someone without breaking.
He may never come back. Maybe he outgrew this place or maybe he outgrew me. But I’ll always be grateful for what we had. Some friendships don’t end; they just live quietly inside you.
As I turned away from the sky, I smiled a little.
Because even if he’s gone…
The sky never forgets.〽️
BM ✍️〽️