The grey remains of a friendship scarred.

It's strange how these words, these sounds make me revive the ruin of what was supposed to be perfect and turned out to be... nothing.
Everything you write is so carefully studied, crafted, for so long, that it's hard to believe how they capture some moments, how you describe the things that were so hard for you and I to understand, to admit.
Our fears, our flaws, our incompatability.

It almost brings me to tears, because I'll never forget how it felt to die a little, when our hope was loss, when we realized it was all too late.