by
n+1
(editor)
It had been two, maybe three months since we had last spoken. There had been no catastrophic event, no falling out. Everett Everett had started seeing someone and our friendship waned. I already miss you, I wrote to Everett Everett. Our email archive ends there. He never replied. I was wounded but also too myopic to recognize that I could also hurt people, was not only ever the one to be hurt.