
THE THING
You have had, at some point in your working life, a friendship that felt like the real thing.
Someone you ate lunch with every day. Someone who knew which meetings were theater and which ones actually mattered. Someone you texted on Sunday nights when the week ahead felt heavy. Someone you had secret slack emoji signals for thread engagements.
Someone who made the job survivable. And sometimes even good.
Then one of you left.
And you said the thing people always say:
We have to stay in touch.
Let's grab dinner.
This doesn't have to change.
And then, with a speed that still feels a little embarrassing to admit —
it mostly did.
Not because the friendship wasn't real. It was.
Not because you stopped caring. You didn't.
But because the entire infrastructure that held the friendship together — the building, the schedule, the shared context, the daily proximity that made contact effortless — disappeared the moment one of you walked out the door, or signed out of the remote platform for the last time.
What remained were two people who genuinely liked each other.
And no obvious way to be in the same place anymore.
We call this drifting apart. It isn't. It's what happens when a relationship is structurally dependent on a context that no longer exists.
WHY WE ACCEPT IT
We accept the loss because we have a story that makes it feel natural.
The work friend, the story goes, was always situational. Proximity-based. Convenience-driven. You were thrown together by circumstance. When the circumstance ended, so did the relationship.
Some friendships are for a season.
There's something true in this. Not every work relationship is a deep friendship waiting to be liberated from its professional context.
Some really are situational. Some would not survive honest contact outside the shared grievances of a bad manager or a difficult project.
But here's the thing nobody says out loud:
How much did you actually know about each other?
You knew their coffee order.
You knew their feelings about the quarterly review process.
You knew the name of their dog and the rough outline of their last vacation.
You knew them in the specific, narrow way that shared work context produces which is both intimate in some ways and surprisingly shallow in others.
Were you actually friends? Or were you two people who genuinely enjoyed each other in a context that no longer exists?
Sometimes the answer is: both. And the only way to find out was to keep going after the context ended. Which most of us never do.
And somewhere in between all of this — you're now Facebook friends. Which means you see their baby photos and their vacation highlights and their vague political opinions, but you haven't had a real conversation in three years.
The algorithm gives you the impression of staying connected. The friendship has quietly left the building.
WHY IT'S ACTUALLY INSANE
The work friendship is one of the most structurally advantaged relationships an adult can have.
You see the person five days a week.
You share a context that gives you infinite things to talk about.
You experience the same frustrations, the same small victories, the same cast of characters.
The conditions for friendship are almost ideal:
repeated contact
shared experience
low-friction access
Then one of you leaves/signs out. And all three disappear at once.
THE PART NOBODY SAYS
Six months after someone leaves, you see their LinkedIn update.
And feel a small, specific grief that's hard to name.
Because technically nobody died. Technically you could still reach out. Technically nobody did anything wrong.
It's nobody's fault.
But here's the question underneath the grief, the one worth sitting with:
Wouldn't you love it if they reached out to you?
Then why haven't you reached out to them?
That gap between wanting to be found and being unwilling to do the finding is where most adult friendships go to die.
It has nothing to do with the building. It's just the small social risk of saying: I miss you. Do you miss me? Was this real?
The shared space made that risk unnecessary. The building/slack channel is gone.
The risk remains.
WHAT WOULD HAVE TO BE TRUE FOR IT TO CHANGE
You'd need a place that wasn't the office and wasn't a brand-centric digital channel.
Not a replacement for the office.
A genuinely different shared space.
A place that exists independently of any employer, project, or org chart.
Physical or digital doesn't matter much, as long as both people have a reason to be there that isn't just performing the act of staying in touch.
The shared purpose removes the awkwardness. It gives you something to do besides maintain the friendship. It recreates the low-friction contact the office once provided — except this time it belongs to you, not to your employer.
Third places used to do this. The bar. The club. The recurring gathering. The neighborhood space that belonged to everyone and no one.
They were the off-ramp from situational relationships into lasting ones.
We've systematically defunded them, demolished them, paywalled them and then expressed surprise when adult friendships are hard to keep.
But even without a third place, there is always the text you haven't sent.
The work friend you lost didn't drift away.
They're probably still there, waiting for one of you to go first.
THE NUDGE
Think about the best work friendship you've had that didn't survive someone leaving. What would it have taken to keep it? Be specific.
Then ask yourself: is it actually too late? Or have you just been waiting for them to go first?
Turn around. Look up.
>Forward this to someone you used to see every day and haven't talked to in months. Or better yet — reach out to them directly. Say hello, stranger. Come tell us how it went.
P.S.
(I didn’t want to take away from the main point, thanks for reading along this far.)
I’ve got to give a side bar to this entire conversation, and differentiate my own personal experience from working in an office vs working remotely.
Some of the most durable work friendships being formed right now are happening entirely over Slack.
No shared building.
No lunch.
No bumping into each other in the hallway.
Just a digital channel that somehow, through enough shared context and enough genuine exchange, produced something real.
And when those people leave the job, the Slack channel closes. But something different might be more likely to happen: the friendship finds its own legs more readily, because it was never dependent on physical proximity in the first place. It already knew how to exist in the in-between spaces.
I can honestly say I have done a better job at keeping up with my remote friends than those of my office days.
Which suggests the building was never the whole story.
I’m not saying I have kept in touch and remained friends with every previous remote work buddy - I’ve even confused some folks after time has passed.
But there is something to say about the different kind of relationship nurturing skills that are formed virtually vs physically.
There is research here, I can do a piece on this too. The gist is:
Text-first relationships can build stronger foundations because they force more deliberate, honest communication earlier. But the sustainability effect isn't universal. It depends on whether the text relationship survives contact with reality.