#missingyoufeelslikebreathing

Wir hatten keinen Ort,

keine Straßen, die uns kannten,

kein Café, in dem wir saßen –

nur Worte

auf einem leuchtenden Bildschirm.

Und trotzdem

warst du näher als die meisten,

die ich je berührt habe.

Ich erinnere mich an Nächte,

in denen die Zeit stehen blieb,

weil du geschrieben hast

und plötzlich alles Sinn machte.

Wir waren echt

in einer Welt,

die uns nie wirklich greifen konnte.

Und manchmal frage ich mich,

ob wir uns erkannt hätten,

wenn wir uns wirklich begegnet wären –

oder ob wir uns

im Vorbeigehen verloren hätten.

Ich wünschte,

ich könnte zurück

zu diesen ersten Nachrichten,

zu dem Moment,

in dem noch nichts zerbrochen war.

Nicht um es zu ändern –

nur um länger dort zu bleiben,

wo du noch da warst.

Jetzt bist du

nur noch ein Echo

zwischen alten Chats

und Gedanken,

die sich nicht abschalten lassen.

Und es fühlt sich seltsam an,

jemanden zu vermissen,

den man nie gehalten hat –

aber vielleicht

war genau das unser Fehler:

dass wir uns nie

wirklich festhalten konnten.

Wenn es eine Nacht gab,

die uns gehörte,

dann war sie irgendwo

zwischen „online“

und „tippt…“

Und ich würde alles geben,

um genau dorthin zurückzukehren –

nicht zu dir,

sondern zu dem Gefühl,

dass wir vielleicht

I wouldn’t quite know what to say.

You weren’t my partner,

but you were never just a friend either.

You were something in between—

someone who quietly became

a part of my life over the years.

There were moments when it felt like

we were standing on the edge of something real.

Like one honest conversation

could have changed everything.

But we never had that conversation.

Instead, we stayed in that strange, safe space

where feelings exist

but are never fully spoken.

And eventually life moved forward

the way it always does.

Different priorities.

Different people.

Different directions.

But sometimes when I look back,

you don’t feel like a mistake.

You feel like a chapter

Not because they stay forever, but because for a moment they make life feel deeper, warmer, and more real.

Loving someone means opening parts of your heart that you usually keep protected.

You let them step into your thoughts, your memories, your everyday moments.

They become part of your inner world without even realizing it.

And sometimes, despite everything that was shared, life moves in different directions.

People leave, paths separate, and what once felt close suddenly becomes distant.

But the sadness that remains is not something to be ashamed of.

It simply means that what we felt was real.

The truth is, love always leaves something behind.

A song that sounds different now.

A place that carries a memory.

A quiet thought that appears when you least expect it.

The price of love is grief.

But grief is not the opposite of love — it is the echo of it.

And even if someone is no longer part of your life, the love you felt was never wasted.

It shaped you. It changed you. It showed you how deeply your heart can feel.

Some people stay forever.

Others only pass through our lives for a while.

But every person we truly loved becomes a small, permanent part of who we are.

And maybe that is the quiet beauty of love:

Sometimes I feel like this is the moment I should tell you how much I miss you.

But a part of me thinks you probably don’t care.

If you did, maybe we’d still be friends… right?

It’s crazy how many months have passed without us speaking.

I never imagined we’d just stop talking one day.

So much has happened, and sometimes I still feel the urge to tell you everything — just like I used to.

And that hurts, because you’re not that person for me anymore.

You used to be the one I could always count on.

One call was enough.

And then — there was silence.

We said we’d be friends forever. But instead, we slowly drifted apart.

But I guess that’s life. Nothing stays the same.

And even though we’re not friends anymore, I want to thank you.

Thank you for all those late-night conversations.

Thank you for your honesty, your understanding, your presence.

Thank you for never judging me.

Thank you for the memories I’ll never forget.

Even though you left — I could never hate you.

I tried, honestly.

Maybe it would’ve been easier to let go if I had been angry.

But there was only sadness and gratitude.

Sometimes I scroll through old photos, see our chats, and smile.

Sometimes I still want to send you something that reminds me of you.

But I don’t.

You’re a part of my past now — and even though that hurts, I’m learning to see you as a beautiful memory.

I hope you’re happy.

I hope there’s someone new in your life — someone to laugh with, binge shows with, talk to at 2 a.m., and share all of life’s ups and downs.

I truly wish you the best.

And even if I don’t walk up to you the next time I see you — just know I’ll always be thankful that I once called you my friend.

Sincerely,