I’m haunted by the ghosts of lost friendships.
Those years drinking cheap cider in fields. Hanging out in parks until the sun rises. Talking nonsense beneath the stars, wondering where you’ll be when your older.
Then you just drift apart.
You forget the smiles and the laughter and the love until you forget the names and faces of those you spent years with. Years of spooning on a grubby floor after passing out drunk, or when the first friend learns to drive and going to a Tesco at midnight transcends space and time, of doing the most ridiculous shit together and you just forget it all.
And it’s fucking heartbreaking, to think that one day was the last day you spoke to them or saw them or text them forever. And for what ever reason it just stopped. A mutual divorce of friendship.
Growing up is a trap, fucking cherish your youth. Go mad, do crazy shit because that one day is coming. The day you just stop. Then that day turns into a year and that year becomes a decade.
