If I didn't believe in what we could have had,
why do I miss it?
Your faith in us was so strong
that I almost started to believe it too.
But who am I kidding?
I knew we were both young,
with time to invest in ourselves,
in our own growth.
And you — so strong.
I'm proud of you.
The way you keep moving forward,
even when the world pulls you in the other direction.
The way you never stay down,
no matter how many times you fall.
You are brave.
I'm glad we didn't stunt that.
As for me… yes, I'm in a good place,
better than the last time we spoke.
God is still working on me,
and when I look around,
I see His hand in everything.
He never fails.
Recently, I found myself
looking back at all the fun we had —
our crazy, sometimes senseless conversations,
and it still amazes me now
how we could switch so easily,
or dive into such deep talks.
I hold all of that close to my heart.
I find myself searching for the feeling
our friendship brought.
The world has changed so much since then,
and I fear I might not find it.
But I'm glad it was you, and that is enough.
~sharonnamzi
16/11/25
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem