Talking to a co-worker today. Sad about the loss of a friendship. It’s upsetting to put so much into a relationship, and then be tossed aside in the blink of an eye. 

“You put so much into it; what did you get out of it?”

I… had no answer. It’s been bothering me all day. A fun companion? Some laughs? Someone who shared some common interests? Someone I could sit with and be happy with no talking involved at all? Someone I could just be my quiet self around?

A fucking good friend is what I had.

I thought. Maybe it was one way the whole time and I was too wrapped up in my ability to be a good friend to see it.

Maybe that’s why I can’t get over it.

I should drink less.