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Used to be so close. So, close. Inseparable. Calls everyday. Laughing; sharing secrets. Knew everything about each other. You'd come over to my house every other week, don't you remember. I do. But somehow, somewhere along the line, people change. We changed. I changed. I made new friends. You made new friends too. I left you behind; so you say. Everyone around me seemed to know I was changing. But I didn't know then. And I kept telling myself that we'd always be inseparable; that somehow or other we'd be there for each other. And year after year we think we're growing as friends when we've only drifted further apart. I don't know how I feel about it anymore. I know what I should do, but somehow it seems so hard. We hardly ever have anything to talk about anymore. And we can make the effort, but anyone can see it's forced. I know we used to call each other Best Friends. But were we, really? Or was that just something temporary? Because now, honestly, I don't feel that way anymore. I always feel so fake when I'm with you. And maybe that's why I give my time to all my other commitments; so when you ask if I have time, I don't. Excuses, excuses. The thing is, I don't really want to move on. I'm selfish too. People tell me I should keep my friendship with you because it's Precious and Important. And I know how selfless you can be. But I don't think I click with you anymore. You hang out with people I don't click with either. And by the way, you're hanging out with someone you used to dislike. Hate actually. You told me not to get too close to her, and that she wouldn't make a good friend. And now, you go out with her; spend time with her. Her, of all people.I know, the irony hurts. Definitely. I want to tell you that I want to move on, and just stay with all those memories when we were younger. But I can't bring myself to. Although I think now it's already something not openly acknowledged; but we both know it. The sad thing is, I'm not sure if I'll miss you that much. Shows how much we've drifted doesn't it. Maybe it is time to move on. You have your life, I have mine. Our lives aren't even running parallel anymore. They're diverging. But life goes on. So yeah, have fun with your life. 
