There’s a certain kind of magic in a girls’ friendship. Not the kind that sparkles for a little while and fades out — but the kind that grows with you, roots itself deep in your soul, and becomes something sacred. The kind that shows up in late-night phone calls, in inside jokes that don’t make sense to anyone else, in silent glances that say I got you when words fall short. The kind I’ve missed. So deeply. So achingly. Missed my girls 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 — and not just in the “it’s been a while” way. I mean in the my heart physically feels the absence kind of way.
Life has a way of rushing us forward. Jobs, relationships, routines, responsibilities… They all pile up like waves in a storm, and before you know it, you’re checking your calendar and realizing it’s been months — or even years — since you all sat in the same room, laughed until you cried, or did something as simple as share a bottle of wine and a playlist full of memories.
And the thing is — no one really tells you how much you’ll miss your girls until the space between texts starts growing, until plans become “soon” instead of “this weekend”, until life gets in the way of the love that built you.
But oh, when you finally reunite — whether it’s for a weekend trip, a casual brunch, or just a spontaneous FaceTime — it’s like no time has passed at all. The conversation picks up mid-sentence, the laughter is louder than you remembered, and suddenly, you’re home. Not in a place. In people.
Because that’s what they are — your girls. Your people. The ones who saw you through breakups and breakdowns. Who hyped you up before first dates and stood beside you during heartbreak. Who celebrated your wins like they were their own and called you out (with love) when you were losing yourself. They’ve seen you in your rawest, most unfiltered, unpolished moments — and loved you even harder for it.
There’s something sacred about the way girls love each other. It’s a love that nourishes, that reminds you who you are when the world tries to tell you otherwise. A love that’s soft and fierce all at once — gentle when you need comfort, strong when you need protection.
And maybe that’s why I’ve missed them so much. Because in a world that can sometimes feel cold, competitive, and exhausting — they are my warmth. My safe space. My recharge.
I miss the chaos of all of us trying to talk at once. I miss the way we could turn any night into an unforgettable memory. I miss the unspoken support — like when one of us needed a cry session at 2 AM or someone to sit in silence with after a rough day. I miss the group chats filled with memes, gossip, life updates, and those dramatic voice notes that always start with, “OKAY, SO LISTEN TO THIS…”
And honestly? I miss me when I’m with them. Because there’s a version of myself that only exists in their presence — the fully open, wild, goofy, real me. The me that doesn’t have to perform, impress, or explain. The me that’s loud and messy and emotionally intense and beautifully loved for it.
It’s funny — we spend so much time chasing romantic relationships, career goals, and societal checklists that we forget the priceless treasure that is friendship. Especially female friendship. The kind that spans years, cities, and different versions of yourself. The kind that holds history and healing. The kind that isn’t afraid of your dark days, your mistakes, your chaos. The kind that simply says, “You’re not alone.”
To the girls I’ve missed — this is for you.
For the nights we stayed up late talking about our dreams, our fears, and the people who hurt us.
For the spontaneous road trips, the dance parties in the living room, the kitchen conversations over coffee or wine.
For the birthdays we never forgot (even if we had to celebrate a month late).
For the support you gave when I didn’t even know how to ask for it.
For the messages that said, “Just checking on you,” or “I saw this and thought of you,” when I needed it most.
You are the glue in my mosaic. The softness in my strength. The laughter in my silence.
And sure, we’ve all grown. We’ve all changed. Some of us moved away. Some of us started families, new jobs, whole new lives. But that bond — that unbreakable, beautiful thread between us — it’s still there. Always will be.
I used to think missing someone was just a sad thing. But now I see it as proof of love. Because you only miss what matters. You only ache for what fed your soul. And I’ve been so well fed by you all.
So here’s my vow — to make more time. To send that text. To plan that weekend. To keep our connection alive, no matter the distance, no matter the chaos of life. Because if there’s one thing this season has reminded me, it’s this:
Friendship is not just a nice-to-have. It’s essential. It’s survival. It’s joy.
And to anyone reading this who feels the same — who misses their girls with a fierce, soul-deep longing — reach out. Make the plan. Send the meme. Drop the “I miss you.” You don’t have to wait for the perfect time. The love is still there. The memories are still alive. And your girls? They miss you, too.
Because no matter how long it’s been, when we’re back together, it’s like nothing changed — except maybe we love each other even more.
Missed my girls 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩
Always.
Forever.
But never too far to find again.
