friction - by Ava - bookbear express

This past weekend J texted me. She broke my heart so badly a few years ago. We had one of those ride-or-die, us-against-the-world friendships. We used to get drunk and eat borscht together. And send each other long emails. It’s hard to imagine recommencing our friendship, though I have tried. I really love her. But she made me feel so unsafe, and I don’t know how to feel safe around her again.