To absent friends..
To absent friends, we're no longer talking, speaking or seeing eye to eye. What was once a friendship based on brotherhood, is best left to the grave. I am not stricken with grief over your untold grievance, your silence is noted and accounted for.
The divergence was unexpected, unannounced, but was it called for? Maybe? Grown apart? Maybe? But to do so much for a person and receive nothing in return, is that just? Is it equal?
Our friendship is an aberration in time, a phenomena that will be forgotten like a dying star, the light flickers. In this time granted, we grew and apparently I grew too much for you to control, to understand. This I am not privileged to know, so I must move along.