maybe it's just because we don't talk as much anymore and whenever we do it's catching up and then silence
we make jokes reminisce on the crazy **** we did and laugh our ***** off too much for the joke itself but if we stop laughing— what then? so we reminisce some more
You were always one of my closest friends.. maybe not my best friend, but you were always there We did everything together, our group. The Boys. Our Group.
now i see you twice a year and each time is less frequent than the last
And I'm not ready to let you go. maybe it's because i know i don't have anyone else like you definitely don't have anyone else like you and i forget how to make friends the new ones aren't as good I don't do well with change.
i'll text you occasionally and talk about the unimportant stuff but that spark that united us to begin with is gone you've changed. i've changed Our worlds are different now So what do we have left to connect us?
i don't do well with change
My struggle when leaving for college and losing touch with all my close friends from home. Consider it homage to those I've lost and will lose in the process