by Mickaila Arcala
I have built a house where I wait for your return. I only wanted you to be mine, and not another lesson learned.
Have you ever tried making memories with someone? Building a home out of midnight conversations, shared laughter, random updates, and the silent comfort of knowing someone is always there when the world falls asleep? We stayed awake behind glowing screens, talking about everything and nothing at all. Somewhere between those late-night conversations, a feeling quietly bloomed. One of us stumbled behind the “friendship” card, and instead of pursuing the love that almost began, we chose to cut the chase short instead. We burned the city where we built houses full of memories and left the ashes behind as if they meant nothing.
A dream suddenly flashes through my mind. We were sitting together on the grass above the mountains, where the sky felt close enough to touch. You spread your arms wide open while the cold wind brushed against your skin, and there I was, secretly writing poems about you in my mind, not knowing you were stealing glances at me too. It felt like a scene pulled from a dream, the kind that makes my heart ache knowing that it no longer exists.
Wanting you felt like holding a fragile ceramic too tightly. It looked strong on the outside, but deep inside, I knew one wrong move could ruin everything. The harder I held onto these feelings, the more our friendship started slipping through my fingers. And when it finally fell apart, it shattered completely, which made me realize that “some things can no longer be glued back together, no matter how badly you want to fix them.”
But sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if we had stayed as friends. If I never provoked those hidden feelings and you never confessed yours, would we still be the same at 11:00 p.m.? Would you still send me silly pictures, random updates, and nonsense stories just to make me laugh? Perhaps if the connection had continued to spark instead of slowly dying down, I would not be here wondering when you will come back. Maybe our friendship could have been saved before love ruined something so genuine.
Still, walking down the road with you was never something I regretted. Even if the ending left my hands empty, the memories continue to live inside me like a house that no longer has an owner. However, I cannot deny the fact that I am still waiting for your sudden visit, hoping that one day you would knock on the door again and tell me that leaving was a mistake.
But deep inside, I know some people are only meant to visit.
And maybe that is the cruelest thing about love hidden behind that “friendship” card. Sometimes, you cannot force something to happen when it is simply not meant to be.
“What if I miss you for the rest of my life?” by Janine Berdin
This song talks about missing someone who once became a big part of your life. It is about creating memories, comfort, and happiness with a person, then suddenly losing them when the connection falls apart. The “house” symbolizes the memories and feelings that were built together, while waiting for their return reflects the difficulty of moving on from someone who once felt like home. Thus, this reminds us that some people leave lasting memories in our lives, even if they were not meant to stay forever.
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A soft alarm rings in her thoughts as the writer comes back to reality, realizing that all of these are merely a premonition of a friendship that could possibly break once words finally reveal what the heart has been quietly holding.
