There was a time in our lives when the nights felt endless, filled with laughter that echoed off the walls of our hearts, and the world was small enough to fit into the palms of our hands.
Back then, life was simpler. We didn’t have to think about who we were becoming or what we were supposed to do with our lives. We weren’t trying to keep up, weren’t trying to measure up. It was enough to just be, to exist in that space we created between the jokes that didn’t need to land and the silences that didn’t need to be filled.
Now, we are caught in the mess of growing up. Our lives have become a series of to-do lists and obligations, our days scheduled down to the minute. I can’t believe there used to be a time when we could see each other every day. We took it for granted, didn’t we? The ease of it, the way we could just show up and be there, no questions asked, no plans to make.
I miss the days when we could just talk. About nothing. About everything. I miss the nights when we’d sit on the road until the day would bled into night, and the only clock we cared for was the one ticking away at the center of our conversations — there was a magic in those moments, a sense of belonging that I can’t quite find anymore. We didn’t need to have a purpose, didn’t need to figure everything out or even make sense of the world. We just needed to be there, together, sharing thoughts.
I find myself longing for just one more of those meaningless conversations. One more night where time doesn’t matter, where we can sit and let the words flow without caring where they lead. I want to talk about what book on Wattpad are you reading, what episode are you on the k-drama that I suggested you to watch, and what were you doing the whole day…again. I want to feel that sense of freedom, of connection, our young minds had shared and to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
I miss the simplicity, the rawness of everything.
Can we have one more meaningless conversation? The kind where nothing needs to be said, but everything feels understood?
In hope that we’ll rediscover a piece of ourselves that wasn’t lost, but quietly set aside — waiting to be picked up again in the comfort of familiar words and shared silences.
