Can We Become Strangers Again?
—A Love Letter to the People We Unknow What if I told you the saddest goodbyes don’t end with slammed doors or final messages… but with silence that stretches so far, you can’t even remember when it began? We all have someone like that—someone we used to text every morning, someone who knew our deepest insecurities, someone who could read our silence better than our words. And now? Now they’re just a ghost with a heartbeat. Alive, somewhere. Just… not here. So I wonder: Can we ever become strangers again? Not the poetic kind of strangers who catch eyes across a room, full of mystery and maybes. But the real kind. The awkward kind. The I-don’t-know-you kind. Can we unlearn the sound of their laugh? Can we forget the way they say our name, like it meant something? Can we really pretend we were never everything to each other? Most people say time does that—makes strangers of us all. But time doesn’t erase. It archives. And one day, when a familiar scent or song unzips the past, it all co...