The way it used to be

Someone once said; change is the only constant in life. And i realize how true that is, because of you. It wasn't like this before. There we were, sitting face-to-face, the same place, the same hour of the day, the same people but something has changed. It was you. You changed.

You used to tell me everything. So did i. But now we only talk about superficial things, random and unimportant things that don't matter. And everything seems like a pretend, a masquerade, a mere facade. There is a chasm between us that can't be bridged, no matter what i do. You're so distant. We've drifted apart, and sometimes we clearly know the reason why. Sometimes we don't.

But that can't be helped. You've moved on. You grew up and matured. So you say. But i was left behind, holding on to the past, grappling with fading memories. But i don't think it is supposed to be like that. I believe that you can never totally ignore the past, because the past is part of you and the past shaped who you are today. You can move forward, but please don't act as if i never existed. Because i miss the way it used to be.

Everything changes. The seasons change as the year goes by. Kids grow up and leave. Old men die. The paint peels from the old house and the iron gate rusts. And people drift apart. Change is inevitable. All that's left of us are memories, of the way it used to be.