Is this what growing up meant?
You dont write to me anymore. What happened to those 3-a-day one-line mails we exchanged? The most random information that we shared with each other.
How come the calls have stopped? Inspite of spending the day together, we still had a lot of talking to do on the phone every evening. Now there is so much left unspoken.
When did we run out of things to talk about? Is it the lack of time or have our priorities changed?
Is this what growing up really is?