Was talking about a friendship that ended before I got into yinglets (pre-2020) n finally talked about it in a way that brought me to peace with it. It was something that didn't actually get to end at the point where I felt it did, and was kept alive as a shambling revenant shell of itself because the other person wasn't ready to let go, and I wasn't strong enough to just walk away. I hope if they're still around they're happy, but please don't bury it in the pet semetary, let it rest. Let it rest where it belongs, dead and ready to be so, and cherish what good came from it, mourn the bad, but let it rest, for there's nothing left there.