It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.
I’ve been blessed in my life with the best of friends. They are always there for me, whether it be to celebrate or to sob or to pull me away from the edge from which I frequently lean in to. Without them I would not be alive in the same sense that I am today. I owe them all so much gratitude and love it makes me melancholy, yet they refuse to take my payment. Instead they insist I keep it for myself and offer me some of their’s as well.