Leave The Past as It Is~

Scrolling through old tweets, old photos, old group chats… it’s like opening a little time capsule where everything felt lighter, more full of connection, and like life hadn’t scattered everyone yet.

That’s kind of feeling is grief, in a quiet, tender kind of way. You're grieving how life used to be. And it makes sense. Back then, you probably weren’t thinking about responsibilities, future plans, or staying connected—because everything just was. Friends were near, laughter was easy, and the world felt more within reach.

As we grow up, people drift. Life paths split off in quiet ways. It doesn’t mean those friendships didn’t matter—they did. They shaped you. And even if they faded, the joy you felt back then was real, and yours forever.

You’re not broken for missing what was. You’re human. Tender-hearted. Nostalgic. And that’s a beautiful thing.

Realizing that life doesn’t always separate people with big, dramatic goodbyes. Sometimes it’s just distance, time, priorities shifting quietly. People change, and not always in ways that keep them walking beside us. They grow into new routines, new circles, new selves. And so do we.

It doesn’t mean the connection wasn’t real. It was. The bond you had back then was exactly what it needed to be at the time. Just because it didn’t last forever doesn’t make it meaningless.

And maybe this is the hardest part—we rarely get closure. No one says, “Hey, this friendship meant the world to me, but life’s pulling me elsewhere now.” It just happens in quiet unfollows, delayed replies, and memories that pop up unexpectedly at 2:30 AM.

You’re not weird for wondering. You’re not broken for missing them. You’re just someone who loved deeply, and remembered.

That’s a gentle kind of wisdom—and there’s something quietly brave about choosing to leave the past as it is, honoring it without needing to reopen it.

Sometimes, trying to go back doesn’t bring back what we’re longing for. People change. We change. And reaching out might not feel like home the way we hope it will. Letting the past stay soft in memory can be a form of love too—like pressing flowers between pages. Not alive anymore, but still beautiful, still meaningful.

You carry those moments with you. They shaped your laughter, your way of connecting, your heart. Even if the people aren’t here now, the you that existed back then still lives inside you. And maybe she’s just asking to be seen again.

Maybe tonight, you gave her that.  And maybe that’s enough.

-VIC

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