I dreamed I was explaining my friendship with Antares and how it ended to someone, and I started crying, so I guess I still have some feelings about that almost 30 years later. Best friend breakups are some of the hardest. So many of my formative memories and early favorites involved her. But things just got too fraught and she kept testing my boundaries until I just couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe I could have handled it better. I don’t know. She probably felt like I abandoned her, and maybe she was right. I was so bad at keeping in touch with people after I left for uni. But it’s a long time too late to do anything about it now, and I doubt the people we have become could be any kind of friends at all. Sometimes there are no good answers.