have you ever felt like you’re drifting apart from someone?
not because you’ve fought, or because you don’t like each other anymore, but you’re being pulled apart regardless?
like you’re going in two different directions and you can’t stop it?
i have, and that’s how i feel right now, on a random wednesday afternoon.
it’s a strange feeling, honestly. every time i’ve lost a friend it’s been long, dramatic, and sudden.
this just feels inevitable, though, like we’re on an ocean and the currents are separating us. the split may not be immediately evident, but it’s happening nonetheless.
so this is to you, drifter, if you ever read this.
it’s sad, but feels necessary. you and i are going different places in life, and hopefully we’ll meet again soon. sure, we may stay in touch now and then, but it won’t be what it once was. that’s impossible.
i won’t cling to you anymore, because that’ll just delay what needs to happen. what i want to happen, if i’m being honest with myself:
me letting you go.
i don’t have a vendetta or a grudge. i don’t have any ulterior motives. i want you to be happy, but i need to be happy too.
so this is goodbye, even if we won’t admit it, to ourselves or to each other.