That friendship that faded to birthday texts? It ran its course. Nothing you love is permanent, and neither are you. That sounds dark, but seeing it straight is the point.

If a faded bond stings today, write one sentence about what it gave you. Not what is gone. What you got to have. Then close the notebook.

Which ended bond still gets your grief, and which part of it was gratitude all along?

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