“We should catch up soon,” said for the 73rd time.
They message you once a quarter to lament your mutual absence, usually while ignoring your last unanswered text. When meetings happen, they’re late — not fashionably, but existentially. Time bends around them until somehow you’re apologising for their delay. Their friendship thrives on inertia, powered by nostalgia and poor calendar management.
Some connections aren’t broken — just permanently buffering.