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Maybe it's just me.

Or maybe you've pulled apart.
Maybe it's the both of us.
I don't get how two can be so close, do everything with each other and talk everyday.
Share secrets, share stories, share everything with each other only for it to change in the snap of fingers.

It was subtle at first.
We missed a day or two.
But we'd always come back, excited to tell our stories and experiences, excited to talk about the people we've met and the places we've been.
Yours were always a bit more exciting but you acted like mine matched up.
You never let me feel down about staying here, in the place we grew up together in.

Even before that it was a bit off though.
Back to when we were still kids and we lived so close, close enough to practically live together.
Funny what a twenty minute drive can do to two people.

Now it's different.
Why can't we come back.
Why can't we be the same.
Why can't we be kids again.

Today was your birthday.
Today was your birthday and I forgot.

For seven years we had raced to be the first at midnight.
We'd beat everyone in saying happy birthday first because we thought it made us special.
Seven years without fail and then nothing.

Aging didn't seem as exciting this year.
Another year older and another year we drifted.
Another year we became two completely different people.
Another year and we were separated completely, now just two strangers who grew up in the same place.

Distance.
Something claimed to tear people apart.
But distance isn't the problem.

It's time.

Time changes everything.
With time comes new days.
New people, new places, new experiences that we get to have separately; without each other.

So maybe it is just me.

This whole thing is one sided and I've come to accept it despite the ache it brings in my chest.

Maybe it is just me, but I miss you.