There's someone I've been thinking about recently. I considered them my best friend for almost a year, but we stopped talking and the connection fizzled out. I wouldn't consider us compatible. It was a wonder we only argued that one time. Maybe it's the duration or how they were my only source of companionship in a bad time that makes me so fond of them. At one time I would have even said I loved them, in a platonic sense. And yet, we haven't spoken in several months. I could hit them up, but what could I possibly say that wouldn't entail me having to start all over from scratch with small talk? We've diverged. They've gone on with my life and I should go on with mine, and let the memories I have with them fade away. I doubt they feel the same about those times anyway. My high regards for our supposed friendship always felt one-sided.

They're gone and they're likely not coming back. I suppose it's all part of a sad lesson I'm currently learning about life. People come and people go. Some leave quickly, some stay for a while, but nobody sticks around forever. The group of people that surrounds oneself is always changing, and I guess, sometimes it's just better to let people go.