Friendship Breakdown

Dear Delyara, We were supposed to be the bridesmaids at each other's weddings, the ones who grew old on a porch together. Now, I see your life through a screen, watching you celebrate milestones with people I don't even know. There was no big fight, no dramatic betrayal—just a slow fading until we were nothing but a 'like' on a photo once a month. I miss the version of me that only you knew, the one who didn't have to explain anything. It hurts more than a breakup because there is no closure for a friendship that just runs out of breath. I still pick up my phone to tell you something, then I remember we don't do that anymore.