We were once two little besties, laughing louder than the world around us, seven years stitched together with nicknames, secrets, and jokes only we understood. Now it’s three years of silence, crossing paths like strangers in a life we once shared so wildly. No wave, no glance — just quiet, like none of it ever happened. A whole childhood, reduced to footsteps passing by. But memories don’t vanish so softly. Sometimes the echoes of us return — our giggles running through my mind like wind in old school corridors, and I smile, because once we were magic. And it was real. No bitterness lives here. Only a quiet bruise of memory, some beautiful things don't return. We grew, and somewhere in the growing, we let go without saying goodbye. I hope you're growing, too. I hope life is kind to you and quietly,in my heart, I smile for the girls we were- Some bonds don't return, but they never truly die.