I knew the friendship was over when I stopped telling her good news first

Dear Delyara, That was the moment, though I didn’t admit it straight away. For years she was the first person I wanted to tell things to — the small things, the stupid things, the exciting things that wouldn’t necessarily matter to anyone else. Then gradually something changed. Her responses got flatter. Sometimes competitive, sometimes absent, sometimes simply too delayed to carry warmth by the time they arrived. And one day I got a piece of good news and didn’t even think to tell her first. That’s when I knew the emotional door had already started closing. The worst endings are not always fights. Sometimes they are these quiet re-orderings of the heart.