{ fragile as we are }

there is not much distinction between losing a lover and losing a best friend. at the core of it, aren’t they both about intimacy? one moment, you had someone you could share everything with - even the most insignificant of stuff like how good the book you’re currently reading is - and the next, you have to keep everything bottled up inside you. maybe something really great or sad just happened, and you just picked up your phone, your fingers on the verge of dialing those set of numbers already burnt into your memory, when you realize you don’t have that right anymore.