A heartbreak?

It’s one of the worst kinds of pain a person can feel.
And no — I’m not talking about the end of a romance.
I’m talking about the loss of a loved one.
A friend.

The kind of friend you could be your full, messy, real self around.
The kind that made you laugh until you couldn’t breathe.
The kind that felt like home.

And then — something changes.

Not all at once.
It starts with a small, barely noticeable shift.
A missed reply.
A canceled plan.
A silence that lingers a little too long.

The dynamic shifts.
From spending hours together to being… set aside.
From inside jokes to awkward small talk.
From warmth to something cold and hollow.

You feel the distance creeping in — slow, quiet, heavy.
You try to hold on.
You try to fix it.
You try to bring back what you had.

But it’s slipping through your fingers.
And all you’re left with is confusion.
Hot, then cold.
Pull, then push.
Closeness, then silence.
You don’t know where you stand anymore.

And that’s the hardest part:
There’s no closure.
No breakup. No goodbye.
Just the slow fading of someone who meant everything.

The heartbreak of a lost friendship lingers in a different way.
It doesn’t shatter.
It dissolves.

And somehow, that’s worse.