Hello Inspirers I remember sitting in a crowded coffee shop about three years ago, staring at my phone and waiting for a text that I knew, deep down, wasn’t coming. It was from a friend I had known since college—someone I considered a "tier one" person in my life. We had history, inside jokes, and a shared archive of memories that I thought made us bulletproof against the wear and tear of adulthood. But as I sat there, nursing a lukewarm latte, I realized something painful. For the last six months, I had been the only one initiating plans. I was the one carrying the emotional load, asking the questions, and remembering the birthdays. The friendship hadn’t ended with a bang or a big fight; it was slowly suffocating under the weight of silence and unsaid expectations. It’s a strange grief, mourning a friendship that is technically still alive. We often talk about romantic heartbreaks with such gravity, yet we rarely discuss the slow, agonizing fade of a platonic bond. I spent...