Milk has a date printed on it. Your chance to fix that friendship doesn’t, which is exactly why it’s dangerous.

Things with printed dates get dealt with. A rift carries no label, so nothing forces the issue, and a two week silence becomes two years without any single day where you chose that. The window never slams, it just gets quieter, until reaching out starts to feel like it would need an explanation attached. None of that process announces itself.

Send one message this week to somebody you let drift. Keep it short and skip the reconstruction of who was at fault. A sentence about something you saw that reminded you of them is enough to get a door open.