I guess we grew up, but our friendship didn’t. It was like a slow-burn realization followed by a long period of denial. As time passed by, we talked to each other less and less until her voice no longer felt like home, and her face no longer held the same happiness upon seeing me, and her touch no longer felt warm, and everything else changed until all that was left was the shadow of what she used to be. The calls stopped coming; no more “can I come over?” messages, weekend hang-outs, and late-night talks over pizza. Just like that, we saw each other less until we didn’t feel the need to see each other again. It’s crazy how someone so familiar can turn to a stranger, how a person can represent both your past and present.
