#and grew apart
I can divide my past friendships into two groups: those that slowly fractured and were always meant to be temporary, and those that still feel unfinished inside me, ghostlike and patient, always with a kind hand outstretched.
I can divide my past friendships into two groups: those that slowly fractured and were always meant to be temporary, and those that still feel unfinished inside me, ghostlike and patient, always with a kind hand outstretched.