Friends come and go, you grow, specifically you grow apart, and you move on. It’s difficult to see someone you thought was your best friend suddenly become someone new, and all of sudden you need to learn this new person’s favourite colour and food, and if the new pieces of them don’t match up with yours the way they used to, the puzzle doesn’t work anymore. Best friends have a comfort you can’t find in the arms of parents. You can tell them anything and you know they wouldn’t put you down for it or look at you differently. I believe that’s why growing apart affects you an incredible amount. Because here’s this stranger that knows everything there was to know about you, and you now walk by them like you have forgotten their middle name, no hello or goodbye, you just keep walking. I believe that everything happens for a reason, people change so that you can let go, things go wrong so you appreciate when they go right, and good things fall apart so eventually better things will fall together. It’s been a year since I last saw him, I woke up to my phone spammed with what I thought was pointless messages, which turned out to be the reason I wish I just stopped sometimes. He had passed away this morning. To think just yesterday I almost stopped in to see him when passing his house, just to see how he is and maybe just give him a hug once again. I’m not sure what stopped me. Maybe I was scared he wouldn’t jump to me the way I would to him, or maybe I was just scared he was doing bad, and I wanted to leave it in a grey area of assumption. I wish I just stopped to smell the roses.