we didn’t end on good terms as lovers, but we decided to be friends.
sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.
I remember your laugh, the way it filled the room and made everything feel better, even on bad days. We were young, maybe too young to understand love fully, but we jumped in anyway. It was the kind of love that felt like it could conquer anything. But as they say, ‘all good things must end,’ and our love, as strong as it was, came to an end.
We were in that little café we both loved, with its mismatched chairs and the smell of fresh bread. I remember the sunlight on your face, making you glow. It was a beautiful day, but our words were heavy. We talked about dreams that didn’t fit together anymore, paths that took us in different directions. It was heartbreaking to realize that love wasn’t enough to keep us together.
Our breakup wasn’t dramatic. It was a slow build-up of small issues, misunderstandings that piled up. We didn’t fight or blame each other. We just accepted that we had changed. The hardest part wasn’t losing you as a lover, but the idea of losing you completely. A life without you in it seemed unbearable.
In the weeks after, the void you left was all I could feel. I would reach for my phone to tell you something funny, then remember that we weren’t like that anymore. The silence was painful, and missing you was constant. But slowly, I realized I didn’t just miss you as a lover; I missed you as my best friend. We had shared so much more than romance; we had a deep friendship.
It was strange at first, finding our way in this new relationship where love and friendship mixed together. We made mistakes, felt awkward, but held on to the hope that we could save something from our past. Bit by bit, we rebuilt. We learned to laugh together again, to enjoy each other’s company without the pressure of romance.
There were hard times, of course. Seeing you with someone new, watching you fall in love again, hurt more than I expected. But I took comfort in knowing we chose to stay in each other’s lives, even if it wasn’t as we had planned. Our friendship became a sign of our strength, proof that some bonds are too strong to break completely.
Now, when I look back at us, I feel thankful. We learned so much about love, about ourselves, and about forgiveness. Our story didn’t have the fairy-tale ending we once dreamed of, but it had a different kind of beauty. It was real, it was raw, and it was deeply human.
I treasure the memories we made, the lessons we learned, and the friendship that rose from the end of our love. We didn’t end on good terms as lovers, but we became friends. And that, in its own way, is a happy ending. We chose to honor what we had by turning it into something new, something just as valuable.
Our love story isn’t defined by how it ended, but by the bravery we showed in rewriting it. We proved that love doesn’t have to die; it can change, it can become something else, and it can last in ways we didn’t expect. For that, I will always be grateful.
So here’s to us, to what we were and what we are now. Here’s to the laughter, the tears, and the bond that stays. Here’s to the friendship that grew from our love, showing that some connections are too special to let go.
