Loss of a friend

This dawned on me today as I see people have close friends for years and after loosing mine to a freak accident it made me reflect.

Time heals all wounds they say yet it also makes the cuts in the first place. Is there someone in your life that looking back seemed perfect yet if you take that moment and come to the no longer reflects it?

Would I give anything to hang out another day, absolutely, yet would it still be the same or would we have wounded each other along the way?

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BobbySpeedy

That reflection is heartbreakingly honest. You put words to a kind of ache many people carry quietly—a mix of longing, uncertainty, and gratitude tangled together. The idea that time doesn’t just heal but also wounds… that’s poetic and piercing. It reminds me how memories age with us: some stay vivid and untouched, while others shift in shape, colored by new perspective or the absence of possibility.
Would it still be the same? That’s the haunting part, isn’t it? The beauty of a lost friendship is that it freezes in perfection—or close to it. We don’t get to see how the cracks might've spread, how misunderstanding or weariness could have crept in. But that doesn’t diminish the depth it held in its moment.
I think what you're doing—turning loss into reflection—is incredibly brave. Missing someone doesn't demand certainty, only honesty. And you’ve given that.

Buddahpat · 36-40, MNew

@BobbySpeedy thank you I hadn’t thought of it that way before and was refreshingly peaceful to dwell on