Recently, I lost a friend I thought I earned for life. I was always the self-sufficient, independent type—until I met this person. Some people walk into our life just to hold up a mirror and show you who we really are.        

My friend did exactly that.

Through them, I saw parts of myself I had never noticed before—how broken I was, what I needed, what I wanted. And then, suddenly, they were gone. Just like that. And in their absence, I felt a void that no one else seemed to fill.

For a long time, they had been my go-to person—for happiness, sadness, and even the tiniest inconveniences. I believed I had earned this connection simply by being myself, by allowing myself to be vulnerable. Through them, I received appreciation, criticism, solutions—everything. But what I failed to realize was the flip side: that I had unknowingly became a source of stress for them. Maybe that’s why I lost them. And that’s okay.

But this isn’t just about me or that friend. It’s about something  else..

Unconsciously, I had been depending on them for a long time. When they disappeared, I realized just how dependent I had become. I was stuck, unsure about how to handle the emptiness. First, I isolated myself, trying to deal with my emotions alone—but I couldn’t this leads me in to depression only. Then, I tried filling the void with someone else, but no one felt like them. But in that process, I made much convos and heard so many stories, it helped me to strengthened my bonds with other people. I even went back to my friend, only to realize that things were never going to be the same again. So, I let them go.

At that point, I felt empty. literally in my brain-rot era!

that day morning i was sitting in my room and mindlessly scrolling through the internet and one random reel stopped me. I put my phone down, lost in thought. Then, on impulse, I picked it up again and typed a short paragraph with a question, forwarded it to every contact on my WhatsApp.

Unexpectedly, I got a reply—from an old school classmate. Someone I had known for 16 years but never really tried to befriend. I always thought I wasn’t intellectually capable of being his friend (funny how we underestimate ourselves, right?). But that one reply led to an amazing conversation. Turns out, the very things that made me doubt myself were the things he had noticed and valued in me.

That felt… different.

From that day, we talked more. And in case you’re curious about our topics—okay, I’ll tell you, but keep it a secret: quantum programming, the world in 2045, Naruto and Hinata, whether love is just a chemical reaction and connection between language and emitions!. Crazy, right? The kind of conversations I had been craving!

So, I gained a friend. Maybe not for a lifetime, but definitely for the moment.

Wait, wait—don’t jump to conclusions. I didn’t replace my old friend with this one. People have every right to walk away whenever they want. Goodbyes are hard, but sometimes necessary. Disconnections, too. That void? It’s still there. No matter how much I try to fill it, it remains.

But I’ve learned to keep it simple, by leave enough space for new people to enter. Maybe, one day, the void will fade on its own.

This blog isn’t about the dood I lost or the buddy I made.

It’s for me.

See, no one is ever truly far away—just one step away. All you have to do is take that step, type that message, and hit send.

But also, keep this in mind:                             No response is a big response.