Its a different kind of loss
The one that comes with the disintegration of a friendship. For what closure can be gained, when there was no blow up, no clear ending, just lives outgrown. And while we can honour the years of memories, the eons of laughs, we cannot grasp ahold of something that does not wish to stay. And though life has takes us down different pathways, the love of the lives intertwined, will always remain. Honouring our time together, grieving the idea of a future filled with each other’s presence I once held. Remembering we will forever be a part of each other’s histories, which helped forming us into becoming, someone new.