A letter to the friend I lost not through betrayal or distance but through the slow erosion of two people who stopped knowing how to be honest with each other
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I found our text thread last Tuesday. I wasn’t looking for it. I was scrolling back through an old phone to find a photo of a receipt, and there it was, frozen in amber at a message from me that said haha yeah all good mate, sent at 11.47pm on a Thursday in what would have been the worst month of my life. You’d replied with a thumbs up. That was the last real exchange we had, and neither of us knew it at the time.
I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Not in the acute way
I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Not in the acute way
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