It still blows my mind, the way a person can change. Someone who once radiated kindness, warmth, and care—someone I trusted completely—becomes a stranger in a blink. Katarina wasn’t always this way. She was once the kind of person who wouldn’t spend her nights drunk and stoned, lost in smoky bars, or in the company of strangers.
She was good—at least, I thought so. She was my best friend. Every single day, I looked forward to her laugh, her voice, her presence. I thought we were unbreakable. But somehow, piece by piece, she started to drift. Her ex showed up out of nowhere, and without hesitation, she let him back in. They started going to the bar, and with him, her old habits came back.
She became someone I could hardly recognize. The cigarettes, the drinks, the late nights blurred together, until all I saw was someone hollowed out by intoxication, someone who no longer cared about the dreams we once held together. The kind, thoughtful person I loved vanished, replaced by someone I couldn’t reach.
I realize now, with painful clarity, that she’s gone—this version of her is long gone. The dreams we shared, the life we talked about, all faded into smoke and silence. I have to let go because she’s not coming back. People change, and sometimes, they walk away from everything that once mattered.
But as I retrace our steps, as I wander through the places we once explored together, I’ll remember the moments we shared. I’ll carry those memories and continue alone, finding new meaning in the journey. I’ll reshape Meepcow and see our dreams reality.