In my mind, things fell apart in a matter of months. The truth was that it was slow, stretching out over years. There was always something simmering just below the surface, a sense of unease, a discomfort that I figured couldn’t possibly have been from anything she’d done, right? Things I chose to ignore for a long time because they were my feelings, and I didn’t want to inconvenience her with them. Our friendship felt impenetrable but fragile all at once, like the underwater glass tunnels at aquariums.
