What happened to us? We used to be so close, talking day and night, while now we’re just grasping at straws. I would give up anything to talk to you, because I knew that you would make me laugh. But now you’re not even talking.

I loved it most when we were alone. We could talk about anything and everything, and we did. We did all the time. I miss that. I hate the awkward silences. I hate wanting someone else to happen by do that there would be a change in the atmosphere. But then once they leave again, it’s still as awkward as before.

I don’t know what happened. Nothing has changed since the last time we were together alone. We had no problem coming up with even the oddest subjects to take up every moment we had together. Hours flew by like seconds, and I craved more time. Now, we have something that I didn’t even know existed. Too much time together.