India, April 27 -- Nothing went wrong. We merely charted separate courses. Over time, we went from inseparable to, well, separated.
That feels like the strangest part. There was no fight, no betrayal; nothing, in fact, to mark a before and after. Just a slow drift. The kind that creeps up on one quietly.
I used to think intimacy needed a reason to break. That such a break always came with a story. Now I know it sometimes simply dissolves, without malice or warning.
When I was just starting my career, my closest friend and I took long walks that ended with beers, every Friday. We bought bargain books from shops we both loved. We watched films others didn't like. Had big conversations about life, and small ones about nothing.
He was devou...