Mastodawn

I saw someone mention this article titled "The quiet grief of adult friendship", but lost the original toot when the power went out.

It's a short but poignant read.

https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/blogs/civil-irony/the-quiet-grief-of-adult-friendship/

The quiet grief of adult friendship

A few weeks ago, a friend called me at 01:40 AM. Not texted. Called. For a brief second, my body prepared itself for bad news. Adulthood has conditioned most of us to believe that late-night...

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the roamer

@furrfu

Yup. Very precisely observed. Adult friendships are precious and they can fade away, slowly and imperceptably. It hurts when we suddendly realise that one of them is no longer live.

Some old friendships survive long absences, and upon meeting the other person after decades of absence, we can pick things up as if we last met yesterday. But we mustn't rely on such reconnection. Sometimes it is too late.