Chapter 35: Remembering Biskut

The Silence of a Friendship (Part I)

I still remember the small things—calling you biskut. You're just like chips more 🍪 

Because you are always MIA.

The little moments that felt like everything. Remember our picnic days? Remember our hangover days? Remember how I built my walls, afraid to invest in this friendship? But I caved in.

We once planned holidays and getaways, painting pictures of adventures that never came to life. Back then, it felt like our friendship could weather anything. Even though I was skeptical of a 50-50 chance in my head.

But when it mattered most, you chose to leave me hanging. No explanation, no closure. Just silence. You left me high and dry—debts unpaid, promises forgotten, and memories abandoned.

Sometimes I wonder if you regret it. Do you ever think about the friendship we had, or am I the only one still holding onto the fragments?

What hurts most isn’t the loss itself, but the way it ended—without goodbye, without reason. It’s a strange kind of grief, mourning someone who’s still alive but no longer here.

I suppose that’s the hardest part of growing—realizing that not every chapter deserves a proper ending. Some people leave mid-sentence, and all we can do is turn the page.

Thank you for trespassing in my life.

You had a choice.