Libra
We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness," O'Brien had said to him. He knew what it meant, or thought he knew. The place where there is no darkness was the imagined future, which one would never see, but which, by foreknowledge, one could mystically share in.
George Orwell
The friendship that has gone quiet carries a particular weight because you both know how good it was when it worked. There is something almost elegant about the way silence has settled between you, not from anger or disappointment, but from the simple accumulation of days when neither of you reached across the gap. You have both become experts at almost texting, almost calling, almost making the move that would restore what you had. The longer this continues, the more the friendship becomes about the missing of it rather than the having of it, and that version might be easier to carry than the work of starting over.