Slow friendship break ups are so hard because, like, I remember us being at each other's houses, and listening to one another talk about trauma, we laughed and cried together for the shitshow that teenagehood is. And now you're slightly older, and so am I, and you're talking to the people we hated in class, and we live in different countries and I can't even say anything about the people you're talking to because I'm not close enough to you anymore to tell you what I feel about it. You send an awkward 'how are you' text once in a while and every time my heart drops and I respond casually and the conversation fades. And I wish I could hold you and shake you and force our souls together again but then I take a look at your soul and it's made out of something entirely different to me and I just painfully shrug and let go of your hands and stand in a corner observing