It was three years ago tonight, Dec. 30, that I began to lose a circle of friends, a community. And try as I might, I keep agonizing over it, though I am hard on myself for not "moving on." This night three years ago was both a culmination and a beginning—a culmination of unspoken b.s. between myself and another, and a beginning to bridge the divide. Despite best efforts, turns out the divide widened, became an unbridgeable terrain.
One thing I can say, I feel the urge to write about it. Sparingly, respectfully, honestly. I want the expiation I hope the writing could bring.
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