In the warmth of laughter, we gather,
three hearts beating under one sky,
a trio of dreams, secrets shared—
or so I believed,
when the jokes flew like butterflies.

But listen closely,
the whispers dance between you two,
an inside joke I’m not part of,
a silent riddle strung tight,
where my presence feels like an echo,
not a voice,
not a choice.

You lean in, eyes shining bright,
your trust wrapping around the other,
while I stand, a...