I'm a firm believer that there's a season for everything, and I guess that's just what this was. I understand it's normal for friends to fade and everyone tends to branch out as we get older and that's completely fine.

I've formed friendships and built relationships with all kinds of different people from school, church, and even work. I have stories that I can tell and memories that I remember as clear as day. But that's exactly what they are, mere memories from a point in time that once was but no longer is.

Were we really even friends?

I'm notorious for overthinking, but even so, I questioned the substance behind each of my relationships. It wasn't until I realized how shallow some of my friendships actually were. Call me selfish, but I like to think that I'm selfish for all the right reasons. I decided that I only had time for people who had time for me. I removed myself from day to day conversations and I can't even tell you how mute my phone became.

I'm sorry, but if a group chat is our only means for conversation, we are not friends. I have my own number and I know I'm in your contacts. A friend is someone who's constant in your life, a person who's dependable. Life is busy and it's not worth reaching for people who don't reach for you.

Substance is key. If there's no substance in a relationship, there is no relationship. My motto is simple: life is too short to surround yourself with half-ass people. If you don't reach out with an interest in my well being, that's fine. Just be assured the feelings are mutual.

I have my niche of friends and they know who they are. I don't believe a big group of friends is needed to enjoy life. I'm perfectly content with the people I surround myself with, and I'm thankful I stopped watering those dead flowers.