End of a friendship

You meet people throughout your life who make a certain impact, they become a part of your life. They’re there for you for laughs, when you need a drink. They’re your friends.
But shit happens throughout your life that are inevitable. You move away, they move away. You get a job, they get a job. You meet new people, they meet new people. That’s just how it goes. Over time, you start to drift apart.
You know this, they know this. You both kinda get sad, but you both move on… keeping in touch via Facebook/Twitter/Insta on and off. You both aren’t too sad about it, because you have other friends who mean more to you than they ever did.
But then this happens to your REAL friends, you know who I’m talking about. The ones that you consider a sister or a brother. The ones that constantly pop into your mind every day when you see some random thing that reminds you on an inside joke. The ones that were there for you when you REALLY needed a drink. The ones that know most of your deepest darkest secrets. The ones that were, are and should have always been there for you. It happens, and it hurts.
It’s like a break-up, it is a break-up.
The person who you texted and hung out with all the time. That person is no longer there for you. That person disappears, goes away, no longer a part of your life. It hurts. It really does.
What hurts more though, is when they don’t realize that they’re causing you pain. That they don’t realize that your friendship is on the verge of never being the same again. That they don’t care. This breaks my heart, almost literally.

I want to say “oh well” and move on. But I guess it needs time…
Time for me to process that all THIS is over.
Until then, I need a drink of 5.
Keskon