Friendship is supposed to be the uncomplicated one. Chosen, mutual, without the weight of family or the intensity of romantic love. But friendships carry their own complicated weight: the ones that ended without explanation, the ones where you stopped being who you were to each other without either of you acknowledging it, the ones where you give more than you receive and don't know how to say so.

Anonymous thoughts about friendship posted here are the things that couldn't be said to the friend in question, or to anyone who knows them. The honest account of what it's like to love people who are also sometimes disappointing, distant, or gone.