lolderp.

Yes, we’ve drifted. And yes, this awkwardly ambiguous post is directed to more than one person.

We don’t really talk anymore, if at all. Our conversations are short and contrite, as if we’ve finally run out of things to talk about. Seeing you around brings a half-second flood of memories of late nights, stifled laughter under a blanket, and long days under the sun. Or maybe the rain. And then it’s gone. I know we’re not close anymore. You know we’re not the same. But neither of us are doing anything about it.

Things change. And I’m sorry they did, because you were a good friend. I hope you thought the same of me. But reality check: things just aren’t going to go back to the way they were. You aren’t doing anything about it, I’m not doing anything about it.

That’s life, I guess.