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Aisha had been in the same group chat with her secondary school crew for nine years. Every birthday, every breakup, every โwhoโs buying fuel this time?โ they were there. But lately sheโd gone quiet. Not on purpose. Life just got loud: new job, new city, new version of herself that didnโt quite fit the old jokes anymore. One night the chat exploded with memories from a trip they took in 2019. Everyone tagging her. Laughing emojis. Voice notes. She stared at the screen, thumb hovering, feeling like an impostor in her own story. Finally, she typed: โGuysโฆ I miss you. But I think Iโm becoming someone even I donโt fully recognize yet.โ The chat went silent for a full minute. Then her best friend replied: โGood. Weโll miss the old you too. But weโre not going anywhere while you figure out the new one.โ She cried in her Uber like a proper adult. Sometimes the most loyal friends are the ones who let you ghostโฆ and still leave the door open.
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