Same Things
As much as I am usually all composed and seemingly have my shit together, grief still comes to me when friendships eventually end. Endings happen, I'm aware of this and that's not what I'm sad about. I'm sad about time passing and both of us going separate ways.
Many of the things inside my current life are managed with intentional effort. I know, of course, I haven't been maintaining this specific friendship consistently in the last year. So the sadness is real, but so is my unwillingness to spare more effort investing into the connection.
This weekend I will finish my art as a gift for them. Then we will both walk away clean. I sincerely wish them a happy, fulfilled life, just as I am content with my life without them.