Friendship breakups are a different kind of pain.
It’s not like a big fight all the time, sometimes it’s just the slow fading of calls, the “I’ll reply later” that turns into weeks, the inside jokes that stop making sense. One day, you realize you don’t know what’s going on in their life anymore, and they don’t know yours. It’s weird how someone who used to be your safe place can suddenly feel like a stranger. You try to accept that people change, priorities shift and paths separate… but it still hurts. Because it’s not just losing a friend, it’s losing all the little moments, all the comfort, all the versions of yourself that existed when they were around.
