Old Friends In A Deep Groove
It sucks when friendships change, and sometimes for the worsening. Something happens to one party and nothing is ever explained or assumed, but you know that it's different. Augmented. Altered. And you can't quite put your finger on why - but it just is there. Hanging. Like the elephant in the room.
And when it's brought up by one side, the other side denies that anything is wrong.
It's like a sinking marriage.
The real friends are the ones who sail through the dark times together, duke it out, and get back on board together and hit the high seas.
Those are the friends I care to journey with - not the strange, silent neg-deniers.
