We Didn’t Fight, We Just Ended

Dear Delyara, One of the friendships that hurt me most did not end in a dramatic way. There was no betrayal. No big argument. No final speech. Just a long drift. A change in energy. A growing imbalance. A sense that I was holding on to something that had already quietly loosened its grip on me. That kind of ending is hard because there’s no clear story to tell yourself. Only absence. Only wondering when exactly it stopped being mutual.