Hum. You used to tell me everything. I didn't see how far apart we've grown until all we did was say hi in the hallways. We stopped talking on AIM, Facebook, Tumblr: one by one, everything.
I suppose it was partly my fault: I didn't ask about how you were anymore, I stopped caring (really) about you, I wasn't a very good friend. But it wasn't like you needed me, anyways, right? People kept making fun of me when I went to talk to you but it wasn't like that between us, never was.
Just friends.
It feels like I haven't talked to you in ages, when in reality I spoke to you today, a few hours ago.
Now you've got new people to talk to, new places to go; we don't trade secrets anymore.
That's fine.
What bothers me is the feeling that I stopped being your friend first.
Was I being selfish? Thinking too much of myself and too little of others (you)?
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