A Bond with an Expiry Date
She built the bridge between us.
She was the one who started everything
the calls,
the late-night talks,
the feeling that “we” were real.
Every day two hours of her voice.
It became a part of my routine... a part of me.
She held my hand
like she was scared to lose me.
She used to ask, .....“Do I ever hurt you?”
I thought it meant she cared.
Now I think she was just checking how much I could handle.
When she was at her lowest,
I stayed
I listened
I supported her without asking for anything back
She called it a habit, a need, a connection.
But habits are easy to leave
once you don’t need them anymore.
One trip.
One week without talking.
And suddenly everything changed.
The same bridge she built
was burned from her side.
I even apologised for things I didn’t do
just to save what we had.
But when I looked at her,
it felt like everything had changed.
“The connection is gone” she said
It’s strange how people use your light
to get through their dark days
and once they feel better
they walk away
like you were never important.
I didn’t really lose her.
I just realized
she was never truly mine to begin with.
