End of the road
It's been a week since we've spoken, but really it feels longer than that. When I scrolled through our chat at midnight, 1am, 2am, I realised that it really has been months since we said anything meaningful to each other. Partly, it's my fault. But then again you never say 'hi, how was your day?' 'how were classes?' 'how were after school activities?' How am I supposed to start something when I'm not even sure if my words will reach you or if they will simply fall into a void?
The last time we met face to face, I honestly don't even remember if we greeted each other properly. I remember smiling, but I don't remember you smiling back. How long has it been really, since you smiled at me sincerely? How long has it been since I made you laugh or made you happy? I sometimes smile at the messages we sent each other, but I've come to realise that even if I put as much as myself as I could into those messages, you haven't been there.
Friendship takes two people to work, but when I look back on the road we've taken, all I can see are my own footprints, and neither of us are on the road anymore. We've taken different paths, made different choices, become different people. We don't have the same view in front of us anymore, and that's okay. People grow up and grow apart, it's part of life and we all have to accept it.
I guess this is it then, the end of a long road. Just that it actually ended long, long ago.