My heart gives a slight lurch. Are we going to break off
like this? Is this the end we always dreaded?
I quit. I’m leaving. I’m moving on. It’s time.
So simple, yet so impactful. Did we ever imagine how these
words would affect us?
We would be friends, right? We do still have that
connection, right? Million questions of a beleaguered mind. Staying in touch
has never been as easy (so clichéd) but the gap that physical distance brings
is slowly exposed. It puts up invisible barriers—real and imagined. From a
message today to postponing a call tomorrow, suddenly it’s been month and more.
Is this the way thick as thieves go adrift?
If history holds true, we are doomed.
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