“You Never Saw Where I Broke”

I don’t remember exactly when it all started.

There wasn’t a single moment, no dramatic entrance… just a slow, quiet becoming.

One day, you were just people I knew.

And then somehow… You became people I couldn’t imagine my days without.

It was in the little things.

The way conversations never really ended, they just paused.

The random jokes that didn’t make sense to anyone else but meant everything to us.

The comfort of knowing that no matter how bad the day was… I had somewhere to go, someone to talk to.

You made things feel… lighter.

And I trusted that feeling.

I trusted it more than I should have.

We used to talk about everything.

Not just the big things… but the small, meaningless details too.

“What did you eat?”

“Why are you upset?”

“Did you reach home?”

Simple questions.

But they felt like care.

And maybe that’s where it all began…

not in some grand moment, but in those tiny pieces of attention that slowly stitched themselves into something bigger.

Something I started calling mine.

I remember laughing without thinking.

Like the kind of laughter that doesn’t need to be controlled… the kind that just escapes you.

The kind that makes your stomach hurt and your worries disappear for a while.

Back then, everything felt easy.

Or maybe… I just didn’t look closely enough.

We made promises, too. ( funny uhh)

Not the serious kind people write down or swear on…

just casual ones, thrown into conversations like they didn’t matter.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re stuck with me.”

“We’ll always be like this.”

Funny how those were the ones I believed the most.

If someone had asked me back then,

“Do you trust them?”

I wouldn’t have even paused.

I would’ve said yes without thinking…

because at that time, it felt impossible not to.

You felt like home.

Safe, familiar… certain...__

But the truth is…

some places only feel like home until you realize you were just a guest

I didn’t know it then.

Of course I didn’t.

Because if I had known…

I would’ve paid more attention.

I would’ve noticed the small changes before they became distance.

I would’ve held on differently… or maybe not at all.

....But at that time…

all I knew was this:

I was happy.

And I thought it would last.

I didn’t know that the same people who made me feel safe…

would become the reason I stopped feeling anything at all.