Everytime I see your name, hear your voice, see your face, I get this sinking feeling inside because we no longer talk. And what a tragedy, for we broke so quietly, without a single drama. You went with your friends, people I am strongly against, and I went with my new friends. I've always known that one day you are not going to be mine. But whenever I hear you laugh coming out of my speaker, my fingers itch to type 'hi' and talk about my day with you. But I don't. I know you're going to reply warmly. But I also know, that we won't be what we used to be.
Milana once called us an old married couple, do you remember?