One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.

Beau Taplin, “The Awful Truth” {Hunting Season (via kushandwizdom)

This is what happens when friends, close friends, become lovers. When they cross the lines of just a close-knit friendship, and enter the ever so daunting realm of being in a relationship. Once they dive into that, they eventually burn every single bridge that drew them close in the first place. There is no turning back from being in love, to being just friends again. Usually when two friends date each other, you don’t have an ugly break up scene when it ends. There are no shouts heard, there are no vindictive intents in the aftermath. It is a very quiet, interpersonal ending. You support each other until this invisible line is drawn that pulls you apart for good. And in the end, you are left without a friend or a lover or anything in-between. There’s no returning to the past, it’s just all gone in a silent storm. That’s what is happening to you and I. We’re becoming strangers again with each passing day.