closeness isn’t the only measure of love. sometimes love becomes spacious. sometimes love becomes memory. sometimes love becomes “i hope you’re doing well” instead of “tell me everything.” and the friendship stays, just differently.

there’s a strange grief in watching yourself outgrow people. no fight. no closure. just distance. just silence where there used to be laughter. and you wonder if they notice the shift too, or if they’re still holding on to a version of you that no longer exists. it hurts, this quiet shedding. but it’s necessary. not everyone is meant to make it to... See more

We, as individuals, are ever-evolving. As we grow, we shed old skins, and sometimes, those we once shared everything with no longer seem to fit into the new version of ourselves. And the connections we thought were immovable begin to tremble at their core.