the coming and going of civilization

As your friendship with AM slowly crumbles even after you’ve both identified the problem and actively work to hold each other up

As your long-distance conversation with JH dwindles to a reluctant phone call and you haven’t sent each other music in forever

As you sit on a park bench and sigh and RK lets it slide by

— you realize:

These are your first true, adult friendships. And these are your first true, adult losses of those friendships.

Humans are always so frustratingly predictable, you ramble to RK. We follow the pattern too closely, even in our deviations from our paths.

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