I can’t believe how much we don’t talk anymore. We used to be attached at the hip. We were close as could be from the time we were in seventh grade. I wish we could be close like that again. I wish we could go back to before we grew apart. I wish I could know why we grew apart.
It’s like as soon as we hit senior year of college, we were traveling on two different halves of the same group of friends. I don’t know how that happened, since we were all one group. We all got along. It wasn’t like there was a fight or anything. I wish that weird divide had never happened. I miss our stupid adventures and laughs and conversations. I miss our time spent in marching band and just hanging out.
I wish you would join in with the group here more. I wish you were easier to get in touch with and a little less (probably only seemingly) antisocial. You only live about two seconds away, it shouldn’t be this hard for us to stay in touch. I wish we could go back to the way things were before. I miss talking to you all the time.
Why did we have to not only grow up but also somehow grow apart?