I’ve been thinking of you.
And the time we stopped being friends.
Sometimes, I feel like friendship is the sort of thing that should end abruptly and without ceremony. If it isn’t working, let’s all move to something that does. And then I remember how we ended. How there was nothing abrupt or unceremonious about how we tore ourselves apart fighting for our friendship. It seems strange to me now, the desperation to keep it together — I suppose when something is ending, you want to hold onto it the most. At least, we did.