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I didn't want to talk to my oldest and dearest friend.

She had moved and located me on Facebook a few years ago and then reached out to me and I didn't respond. I didn't want to talk. I can't explain it. She seemed happy though and I'm happy that she's happy. It looked to me like she found her people. We were good friends but I had changed. I got married and she stayed single. We were just different after that.
That's definitely such a hard feeling and thing to describe accurately. But I think the most simple way to put it is that we move on. Nothing bad about it. It's just that things change.
I was walking through a park and she asked me if I wanted to get high and I said yes. We laughed our asses off. I had so much with her in those days. She introduced me to her friends and we all became friends. I was 17. That was before I met my hub. I met him the next year.

 
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