Friendship Breakups….

And how sometimes hurt more than relationship breakups. It’s strange how missing someone can sneak up on you. You think you’ve made peace with the distance, the silence, the unanswered questions and then suddenly, there it is again. A memory. A laugh. A tiny ache that settles somewhere deep and quiet. I miss her. Not just the conversations or the routines we built, but the way her presence filled certain corners of my life. There was a comfort in knowing she existed in my orbit , even if we didn’t always talk, even if we didn’t always understand each other. Grief over a friendship is its own kind of loss. It doesn’t always come with closure or clear edges. Sometimes it just lingers soft, familiar, and bittersweet. Today, I’m not trying to fix it or analyze it. I’m just allowing the feeling to be what it is a reminder that connection, even when it fades, leaves an imprint. She mattered. And that will always mean something.

xoxo

damalia