I wonder, is it you who has changed or me? Suddenly you don't want to tell me anything. And I don't probe. It's hard to tell you some things, perhaps because it's irrelevant. Our schedules are messed up. Our friends are different. Priorities, everything.

I can honestly say I was scared to lose you to someone else. But now, I hardly see the point. And I really regret-Regret everything I'd ever tried for you. It seems so inane. But then, when I think of it, it's all been more than worth it. What've you gained, what've I? Yes, we're drifting, and it hurts. And to tell you the truth, I really miss you. 

You've not left me with much to say. Thanks for the memories; Though now, you're gone, like the wind.

Apropos matter, much.
Thinking, time.