Many years ago there were two best friends.
They were weird, dramatic, shared many of the same interests. They saw each other all the time. They helped each other through bad times and relished the good.
If I had known the word at the time, I would’ve described them as parabatai.
They were as perfectly matched as friends can be.
As time went on, they grew up and grew apart. It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just how things are.
They would text each other on birthdays and holidays, see each other occasionally when the other was in town, and make plans to hang out that never came to fruition.
It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just how things are.
How can two people so intertwined, so enmeshed in each other’s existence become strangers?
It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just how things are.
But why does it have to be how things are?
Officially Stefny 
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