Don’t you just hate that feeling where you feel like you are slowly drifting apart from someone you used to be so close with?
That one person who you could talk to for hours on end on the phone, never about anything interesting, only because you needed to hear their voice. That one person you could call at any time of night and they wouldn’t mind? Even if you both sat there in silence, somehow, the breathing on the other end of the line was comforting to you.
So what happens when it all begins to change? That the only reason you still talk occasionally is because you are making such an effort to keep all the pieces together?
Well sometimes it hurts a little. But most of the time it hurts a lot. And when both of you finally stop caring, a small piece feels as though it has been broken off, shattered, just waiting to be mended again. Sometimes I wish it wasn’t only me who cared.