TrueOffMyChest

We kept finding our way back to each other, but life never let it last.

I met someone through my cousin a couple years ago, and I didn’t expect to still miss him like this.

We started becoming close friends about two years ago. At first it was casual just conversations through family connections. Nothing serious. But over time, it naturally turned into a really close friendship without either of us forcing it.

At the beginning, I actually had a crush on him. But he liked someone else at the time, and that did hurt. I tried to move past it because I didn’t want to lose the friendship.

Over time, things changed.

By June 2025, he developed feelings for me too, and we ended up confessing how we felt. It didn’t feel like a simple crush it felt deeper than that. I even wrote poems and drew things about him. It was the first time I felt something like real love instead of just liking someone.

Before anything romantic, he was my best friend. He was the only person who could tell when I wasn’t okay, even when I tried to hide it. He always noticed, and he was there during some of my darker moments in a way I didn’t fully realize until later.

By October 2025, I ended things. There was a lot going on with family pressure, and I felt like I didn’t really have a choice, even though I didn’t want it to end.

We didn’t talk after that.

Then after about two months of no contact, we met again and started talking again in April 2026. It felt different like we had both grown, and there was still something there. We tried again.

But not long after, something happened that caused us to lose contact again. I can’t go into details because it’s personal, but it’s something I still carry guilt about. I blamed myself because I felt like I hurt him.

Even so, I apologized and he was kind and forgiving in a way I’ll never forget. One thing he said that stuck with me was that he never regretted meeting me.

After that, we were told we aren’t allowed to be in contact for a long time.

And I just… miss him.

Not just as someone I liked, but as my best friend. The person who understood me in a way most people didn’t. The one who noticed things I never said out loud.

Despite everything, I still find myself hoping that maybe someday the timing will finally work out differently.

Right now I’m trying to focus on myself my goals, my growth, and everything I want to accomplish while I wait for whatever comes next.

Has anyone else ever had a connection that kept coming back, but life never let it stay?