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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required After 12th, we stood at the school gate longer than necessary. Like if we didn’t move, time wouldn’t either. You said, “Don’t forget me.” I laughed. As if forgetting you was even possible. We promised forever with exam ink still on our fingers. We thought love was strong. We didn’t know love is fragile when life begins. The first few weeks apart, we tried to be brave. Good morning texts. Good night calls. “I miss you” typed more than felt. But slowly our conversations turned into updates. “How’s college?” “Good.” “How are you?” “Fine.” Fine. That word destroyed everything. You started sounding distant. I started sounding desperate. You were busy building a future. I was busy holding onto a past. Some nights I would scroll through our old chats just to feel something familiar. The way you used to say my name. The way you cared about small things. The way you needed me. Now you don’t need me. And that hurts more than goodbye ever could. One day I noticed something terrifying. I stopped being your first call. Then I stopped being your habit. Then I stopped being anything. You didn’t leave me. You just slowly learned how to live without me. After 12th, we didn’t end loudly. We faded. Like chalk in rain. Still there. But unreadable. Now when someone mentions your name, I smile like you were just a classmate. But inside there’s a classroom still echoing with the version of us that believed love was enough. After 12th, we didn’t become enemies. We became strangers with shared memories and no future. And sometimes, when I pass a railway station at sunset, I still see us Two teenagers who thought distance was just a number. We were wrong.
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