Some friendships begin before we know how to keep them. Like early commits in a codebase that still influence everything, even after the original structure is long gone.
A recent reflection explores this through something quiet. A backyard. A dog. A cat. And a bond that formed not through similarity, but through presence. They shared space without needing to explain it. Until one day, they didn't.
The change didn't come through conflict. It came through return. One came back different. The other stayed the same. And that mismatch, that quiet shift, felt familiar.
It speaks to the way certain relationships fade. Not with drama, but with time. The way we move forward without quite knowing what we’re leaving behind. And how something can be gone and still shape us.
This piece looks at those forgotten but formative connections. The ones that didn’t survive, but somehow still stayed.
If that resonates, the full reflection is here.
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