In Our Own Little World
It felt like we had our own little world.
Not an actual place.
Not something we ever talked about.
Just a little space between two of us.
A place made of random conversations, familiar jokes, and things that probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone else.
We had our own way of talking.
Our own little references.
Things that could make us laugh without needing much explanation.
Sometimes, it didn’t even matter what we were talking about.
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A random message could turn into a long conversation.
A silly joke could be brought up again days later.
Even the most ordinary things somehow became interesting when we shared them.
It was nothing extraordinary.
But it felt familiar.
I think that was what made it different.
We didn’t need to make an effort to create those moments.
They just happened, one for another, until they became part of our routine.
And for a while, I liked having that little world.
It wasn’t much, but it felt like something that belonged to us.
At least, that’s how I remember it.
