A letter for the friend you let go quiet.
I am not going to tell you it is fine that we stopped talking. It is not fine, and I do not think either of us believes it is. But I have stopped pretending ...
“It was a Tuesday, and then a month, and then a year, and nobody chose that.” That is the line. Most people think they decided something when they lost a friend. Almost nobody decided anything. I write letters like this for people now, from their real details, and this is the kind I try hardest to get right. I hope it lands.
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