I didn't exactly end the friendship. I mean I didn't make some sort of proclamation, create a break-up moment or send an astute 'read between the lines' note. I did none of these. No need to. I didn't try to resuscitate it either as I saw it slipping away. Didn't try to talk it into staying. Not this time. Not any more.
I allowed the friendship to do what it do. And it did. And when it did, I stopped trying to save it as I had tried so many times before. This time I stood by, close enough to hear the friendship if it called and near enough to feel it if it felt. But it did none of these. It pretended to on paper of course and through "likes" and texts, but not really. Not really and not real.
So I had to let it go as it had already let me go. I will miss the friend but not that kind of friendship. You see, when we are no longer able to see the friend in the friendship, we must call it what it really is, lost and not just our loss. Yet the greater loss would be my continuing to try so hard at something that had already spoken so vividly for itself.
Put the friend back in the friendship or be willing to let it do what it do. And it will.
I allowed the friendship to do what it do. And it did. And when it did, I stopped trying to save it as I had tried so many times before. This time I stood by, close enough to hear the friendship if it called and near enough to feel it if it felt. But it did none of these. It pretended to on paper of course and through "likes" and texts, but not really. Not really and not real.
So I had to let it go as it had already let me go. I will miss the friend but not that kind of friendship. You see, when we are no longer able to see the friend in the friendship, we must call it what it really is, lost and not just our loss. Yet the greater loss would be my continuing to try so hard at something that had already spoken so vividly for itself.
Put the friend back in the friendship or be willing to let it do what it do. And it will.
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