Sunday, March 9, 2025

A Soft Smile at What Was, Without Regret

There comes a time when those we once held close become guest stars in a show we’ve outgrown, not because I chose to change, but because the script no longer calls for us in the same scene. 

A friendship, once a fire, now rests in the 'Remember when?' folder. A love that burned bright is now a low-power nightlight of wisdom, belly-aching laughter, and buttered popcorn.

Who would have thought popcorn could be the emotional savior of love?
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