The hard part (at least for me)
about breaking up is losing the friendship. If even just temporarily. Setting arbitrary dates of when you can touch base again and see where we are in life. But the thing is, you won’t be in the same place. I suppose that’s a good thing in some ways, as there’s a reason things had to change. But there is still a feeling of deep loss. Like the act of actively not talking to someone will just make that the new status quo. At the end of the arbitrary time, there just won’t anything left but awkwardness and bittersweet memories.
Obviously this morning was seeped in melancholy for me, and listening to the John Prine version of the below song probably didn’t help. But it sums up a little of what I’m feeling this morning.