I was reflecting on an old friendship recently and I realised how empty and almost meaningless it had become.
I think it’s difficult to let go of a friendship where the passing of time has changed the way things were.
But there’s only so much you can give and there’s only so much you should give before making peace with the way things are and moving on.
However I find myself battling the part of me that struggles to move on unless things have gone up in flames. Because until that point I feel like there is still a possibility that things can be salvaged.
So, here I am waiting for flames.