To My Lost Keyboard

I never thought I’d be writing this. Not to you, not to anyone. But here I am, with words I’ve held back for so long, afraid they would change everything. And they did.

You confessed your feelings to me, and suddenly, our world shifted. You were no longer just my best friend, my confidant. You became someone I had to tiptoe around, afraid of shattering the fragile balance we once had.

I admit, I pretended not to notice your feelings at first. It wasn’t because I didn’t care. It was because I was scared — scared of losing what we had. Our easy conversations, our inside jokes, our shared understanding. I cherished those moments more than I ever let on.

But the moment those words escaped your lips, everything changed. It was like a veil had been lifted, revealing a new reality where we couldn’t go back to the way things were before. Our friendship, once so effortless, became strained and uncertain.

Do you remember how we used to talk for hours about everything and nothing? How we could laugh until our stomachs hurt over the silliest things? I miss that. I miss the comfort of knowing that you were there, always, without any hidden agendas or unspoken words.

I wish I could understand why you did it. Why you decided to risk everything we had for a chance at something more. Maybe you saw something in me that I couldn’t see in myself. Maybe you hoped that we could be more than just friends, that our connection could transcend the boundaries we carefully placed between us.

But now, here we are, navigating this awkward silence that hangs between us like a heavy fog. I try to find the right words to say, but they always fall short. How do I tell you that I miss my best friend? That I ache for the ease and comfort we once shared?

I know you didn’t intend to steal our keyboard, our conversations. You didn’t mean to disrupt the harmony we had carefully crafted over the years. And yet, here we are, struggling to find our footing in this new reality.

I want you to know that I don’t blame you. How could I? Love is a powerful thing, capable of changing the course of our lives in ways we never imagined. But I also want you to understand that I’m grieving. Grieving for the loss of what we once had, for the simplicity of our friendship before everything got complicated.

Maybe one day, we’ll find our way back to each other. Maybe we’ll laugh about this someday, over coffee or a random text that reminds us of our inside jokes. But until then, my lost keyboard, know that I cherish the memories we made together. They are etched in my heart, even as we navigate this uncertain path apart.