Sometimes, people come and go. Friendships erode. That’s one of the hardest things to accept.
Because you move along your own path, someone moves along theirs - and you intersect at exactly the right time. The externalities are primed for a connection that creates something you believe could last.
But inevitably the clock moves, and with it so does everything else.
You find yourselves turning back a little too often. Nostalgically laughing and referencing all the moments that you wish had not simply faded away. Regularly running around in the garden of remember this and remember that.
And slowly, without much warning, you realise that it’s the only positive thing that remains. Resuscitating a dying relationship with the oxygen of old memories. Until one day, even the memories themselves have detached from meaning.
Things have changed. You've changed. And the only thing that remains is two inherently distinct people. Two lines that will never intersect again. Two parallels.