We Didn't Fight. We Just Stopped Talking.

I had a friend I used to talk to every single day.

Not because we had anything important to say.

Sometimes it was just a stupid meme. Sometimes a random complaint about life. Sometimes we'd stay on a call for hours and somehow talk about absolutely nothing.

And honestly? Those were my favorite conversations.

We never really made plans to stay friends forever.

We just assumed we would.

Then life happened.

One of us got busy. The other stopped asking. Replies went from minutes to hours, then days.

"We should catch up sometime."

"Definitely. Soon."

We said that a lot.

The strange part is, nothing bad ever happened between us.

No argument. No betrayal. No dramatic goodbye.

Just two people slowly becoming strangers.

A few days ago, I found an old screenshot of our conversation.

I laughed at something we'd said.

Then I opened our chat.

The last message was almost two years old.

I started typing, "Hey, remember this?"

Then deleted it.

Not because I didn't miss them.

I just didn't know if we were still the kind of people who could text each other for no reason.

And that made me realize something.

Sometimes, the people we miss aren't gone. We just don't know how to reach them anymore.

Maybe tomorrow I'll send that message.

Or maybe, after writing this, I'll send it today.

— An untold story about growing apart.

Fiction — inspired by the quiet ways friendships change.