you said you're getting married next month.
i said, "that's good."
and i meant it—
or at least i tried to.
the next week,
your texts came slower.
your calls got shorter.
until silence started
to sound like your voice.
i asked alex,
"did she change her number?"
he looked at me like i was twelve
and said,
"grey, she's getting married.
and she never called you a friend."
it stung.
not because he was wrong,
but because he was right.
maybe that's why you stopped calling—
because there's no easy way
to say goodbye
to someone you never should've loved
in the first place