A bad take on friendship:

If we fall out of touch, our connection will slowly fade away to nothing. That connection is made of an exchange of attention and togetherness, and… nothing else. That’s all.

Like making footprints in the sand when the tide is low. After the water rises and falls away again, it’ll all be gone.

A hopefully less terrible take:

The mark that you left on my life changed my everything, and it made me into the person that I am. No matter what happens, nothing can change that.

You scratched your initials in the cement of the sidewalk outside of my door before it had time to dry. I see them every day when I leave and every day when I come home, and they remind me of you often. When the pavement crumbles to dust and my eyes are dim, that connection will go on existing, because my friendship isn’t something you can lose.

I am with you always.