it rained a lot that summer, when johnny worked part time bussing tables at the diner and callie tattooed flowers on everybody’s necks. we bruised easy and loved hard and both hurt more than they should’ve. johnny said we were gods and i said i wouldn’t take it so far, said maybe we’re just pretty damn great at pretending. callie said stop it but i didn’t stop it, just kept tearing down the almost temples. the flowers on our necks are going to fade and we’re going to go with them. i’m sorry johnny, some things just weren’t meant to be holy.
—  india ink || s.o.
The Way Friendships Die

There are two ways a friendship dies. Way number one, you have a falling out. you both get angry at each other, stop talking and before you realize it, you've forgotten what you were mad about. You move on, and everytime you hear about or see that person, you get this twinge of emotion. its longing and sadness mixed with hurt. You were too proud to apologize and now its too late. The second kind is when you naturally drift apart. First you don't see each other physically anymore, at first its fine. You chat a lot, text constantly. Then the time it takes to respond gets longer. A couple of hours, then some days. “Sorry, i didn't see this.” is the main excuse. You scroll pass their name in your contacts without a second thought. You see them online, and you sign out, because you don't want to go through the formal motions “How are you?” “what’s new?” The conversations doesn’t flow as easily anymore. You once knew everything about this person, now you feel like an intrusive mother trying to connect to her daughter. Pretty soon you just stop talking altogether. You aren’t mad at each other, you just have no room for each other in your life anymore. You think about how close you once were and it makes you long for childhood. Of those two ways, I don’t know which one is worse.

I wake in the morning
Or sometimes the afternoon
And check my messages for any
from you

Though I know not to expect one
I cannot help but hope
As I still can’t believe
what we had is now broke

I have been waiting all summer
And maybe will all year
For things to change back
and for you to appear

I miss you so much
And I wonder when you’ll miss me too
As staying here waiting
is now all I can do