Black Friday makes the whole world forget what things are actually worth.
Everything has a price.
Everything can be replaced.
Everything can go on sale.
But people aren’t things — and love isn’t something you can reorder when you finally realize what you lost.
And that’s the truth of us:
You can search for someone who laughs like me, listens like me, loves like me, waits like me, chooses like me…
…but you won’t ever find her.
Not even today. Not even with every door busted open and every sale flashing at you.
Because what you lost wasn’t just a girl.
It was a version of me that only existed for you.
A love that didn’t hold back.
A heart that tried even when it hurt.
A softness that believed in you more than you believed in yourself.
You don’t get that again.
Not on Black Friday.
Not ever.
Some things don’t get restocked.
Some love doesn’t return once it’s broken.
Some people don’t go on sale — even when the world is slashing prices.
And maybe that’s the part you’ll feel years from now:
You didn’t just lose me.
You lost the only version of me that was entirely yours.
— kim 🌙