we were just kids, hearts too big for our bodies, love too wild to tame. it started sweet, laughter tangled in late-night calls, hands tracing futures we thought were ours to keep. but love changes—soft at first, then sharp, then distant. the days grew colder, your voice felt further, and suddenly, i was holding memories instead of you. i still feel it, the way we crashed before we even knew how to land, the way loving you felt like growing into something too painful to wear. i miss us, but i know now—some things aren’t meant to last, no matter how much they felt like home.