The death of a friendship was usually slow and insidious, like wearing away of a hillside after years of too much of rain. A handful of misunderstandings, a season of miscommunication, the passing of time, and where you once stood two women with a dozen of years of memories and tears and conversation and laughter – where once stood two women closer than sisters – now stood two strangers.
– Karen Kingsbury Even Now
Family – though I say I suffer because of people that I didn’t even choose to be with its not like they chose me either. – Tablo