On the Monster Called Guilt

I cut the phone abruptly, hearing the tears align his voice. I hung up before he could hear mine.

We’re trying to be friends. Trying.

It’s hard to be friends with someone you’ve been in love with for seven plus years. Someone you’ve shared your deepest fears and most shameful secrets with. Someone who has seen you at your core — raw and ugly and beautiful all in one.

How do you be friends with someone like that?

A wise person would say “Jaan, you don’t. Delete his number before I smack you.”