I think it’s been almost a year since we last spoke. Time really moved forward. I’ve moved on, and I don’t feel the same way as before—but I still remember the moments and memories we shared. Those were wonderful moments in my life.
We started talking in 2023, if I’m not wrong. Honestly, when I first spoke to you, you really caught my attention. I enjoyed it a lot, but I thought it was just the heat of the moment, so I took it casually.
Then one day, we spoke again. It started in a funny way and its quickly became more interesting. I remember I was annoying you during our second conversation, and matched my vibe perfectly. At one point, you acted like a baby and went away because I called you a cheater over a bet. That was funny—I couldn’t control my laughter at that moment.
Over time, we got to know each other better. We laughed a lot together, teased each other, had misunderstandings, and even shared some romantic moments. Honestly, I loved your eyes, and you even knew that.
One day, I had a severe headache and didn’t feel like talking to anyone. But when I saw your call, I automatically started speaking to you and kept talking. You healed me without even knowing it—an unknowing healer. You gave me compliments about my looks and encouraged me every single time.
Everything went well until your birthday. I called you in the morning—I think you remember, because you were talking half-asleep. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I just wished you and told you to sleep, saying we’d talk later.
After that, something changed. Our conversations were no longer the same.
I stayed patient and asked you about it. You said you’d call and explain, but that never happened. At some point, I burst out because I couldn’t handle the anger. Because of that, we didn’t speak for four months.
Later, I put my ego aside and reached out again. You replied, and although I realized we would never talk like before, I stayed patient—even when replies took days. After a while, I stepped back because I felt you didn’t enjoy talking to me anymore.
After a long time, I received a snap from you. It made me happy, but I didn’t have the courage to open it right away.
The next day, I went to my favourite place in town with a friend and finally opened it.
It was a goodbye, filled with emojis, and I quietly broke down like a child right there. For a while everything around me felt blurred as I cried.
Time passed, and life slowly moved on. Toward the end of 2024, I spoke to you again. We started fresh. You gave me the same energy as before. This time, I really didn’t have much to say, but the small talk felt nice—until you told me something that made me laugh so hard I couldn’t stop.
You know why I’m writing this? It’s been 10 months since we last spoke. I had forgotten you. But recently, I met someone and spoke with her on a voice call for the first time, and suddenly you came to my mind—because her voice was the same as yours. I couldn’t even reply properly because it caught me off guard. Memories started popping up, with a smile on my face. Then I took a breath and calmed myself.
I still remember your voice.
Take care of yourself, my sweetest girl.
