Defne YucesoyWe all have some texts and words that we want someone to understand, but we carry it with ourselves. this isn’t because we want to keep it a secret, more because we believe that saying them out loud for people to understand won’t change anything. These are 3 letters of mine.
Dear old best friend,
We turned something so cliche such as “best friends” into something golden. Our rides together, the sleepovers, the fun talks we had over some delicious food – they all felt like hours. I thought that meant that we would stay in sync forever.
But growing up isn’t always in unison. Somewhere along the way, I think we matured at different speeds, wanted different things, saw the world through different filters. We started talking less everyday. Not out of anger, just out of quiet change. We started to become different people and pursue different paths.
I don’t miss what we had in a way that makes my heart ache. I miss it in the way you miss the warmth of the sun when it sets. I hope you’re happy. I hope your path is everything you wanted . And I want you to know that even if we don’t speak again, I’ll always remember you as someone who once made the world feel bigger and safer. Some friendships just aren’t meant to be.
To My Brother,
You and I don’t always say much. But I think some bonds don’t need constant words to prove they’re there. Ours was built in the quiet.It was built in shared glances, inside jokes, protective instincts neither of us admits to, and the unspoken feeling that we’ve got each other.
We don’t share a father, but we share something more lived-in. Real time. Real memories. Childhood chaos and calm, side by side. You’ve always just been there, in the background and foreground of my life, no less important than anyone with matching DNA.
I notice the things you do, even if I don’t always say it. How you show up. How you make hard moments easier just by being in the room. You’ve taught me that loyalty doesn’t need announcements, and that care can be quiet but unwavering.
There are so many small things I respect about you. Your your way of figuring things out on your own, your refusal to pretend to be someone you’re not, you love and respect to our mother…You’ve shown me strength in softness and in silence.
And no matter how different we are, how far life takes us in our own directions, or how many times ı say “I hate you” , you’ll always be the person i care about most. Always will be.
To the Boy I Thought I Cared For More Than I Did,
You showed up during a time when everything in my life felt like it was shifting beneath me. And you were steady and just there, when I needed something to lean on. We talked about everything and nothing. You listened. I talked
Looking back, I don’t think it was ever what I imagined it was. Not passion, not some grand love story. More like… companionship in a storm. More like a friendship that ended in a insanely wrong way.
You helped me feel less alone, and for that, I’m thankful. But the truth is: I think I held on to the idea of you more than I actually saw you. We met each other when we were still learning who we were. Too raw, too unfiltered, too young to know what we were really doing.
You were part of my life when I needed someone. That was real. Even if the feelings were more comfort than connection.
And maybe that was enough.
I still do miss you. I hope we can talk and tell each other all of the updates 🙂
Some letters are for healing, not delivering. These are mine.
Thank you for reading.
