There is so much written about the various phases and forms of monogamous, heterosexual romantic relationships, that the very real and deeply intimate forms that friendships of all kind hold and changes that they go through are hardly articulated because friendships are deemed as 'back of the burner', garden variety background social structures, that are there when we need them, but do not somehow at the same time merit the due respect or centre stage, that they actually deserve for being the backbone so often.
Sometimes, friendships may become so comfortable and in the background existence then become so changeable that as soon as the comfort of sameness changes, one may do anything (even replace the other without knowing why) to retain that comfort, leaving with a sense of pain that then gets buried somewhere at the back.
One very real and now more spoken of example is in the changes that marriage brings to friendships of the people who get married, often leaving them barely able to grapple with, let alone find solace and sharing to evolve into the next stage of friendship. Little then is to be said of those friendships that die out with absence.
In my personal friendships as well, I have had to learn this with each new factor in my life or the others'. I have had to learn to understand the silences, as well as scrounge through a marriage obsessed world for language to articulate thought and feeling in friendships.
Today, some thoughts to validate grief that comes with evolution of the self and its impact on friendships, and perhaps finding solace in the foundation of some, while in the timing of others. (PS: this barely scratches the surface but hope it lends some ease and thought.)
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