How is it possible that two people who knew each other so well they could sit in silence for hours and still know what the other one was thinking, have drifted so far appart that even small talk seems forced?

Why are we playing the "we should really get together sometime" game, when we both know how painfully awkward it would be?

Why am I so convinced this can only end badly?

The one you used to tell everything to,

-Dee