Life’s little horrible transitions

I hate to be a pest but I’m going to have to extent my unrequited love story to reflect on the loss of losing something you worked so hard for. Friendship is a very transitional thing.  My experience with friendship is that it’s organic and eventually just dies. People either move away or they stop associating with you – you just become a lost memory or something to be ignored.  I say this because recently I became the something to be ignored – something to be looked through and not at.  The jokes are no longer shared – the tears are only seen by you.  Yesterday they would have bound your wounds – today they let you bleed. Your face fades on the paper.