I don’t hang out with my best friend as much anymore, and it’s honestly tearing me up inside. We used to be inseparable, like two halves of the same soul. Late-night talks, spontaneous adventures, even the mundane stuff like grocery runs felt like an event when we were together. But now? It’s like we’re living in two completely different worlds.
Schedules are part of the problem, sure. Life gets busy—work, responsibilities, all the adult stuff that seems to consume every ounce of time and energy. But it’s more than that. It feels like somewhere along the way, we started drifting, little by little, until now the space between us feels like a chasm.
And what’s worse is, I don’t even know how to bridge it. Sometimes I wonder if they even notice the distance or if it’s just me sitting here overanalyzing everything. I get it—people grow, priorities shift, and life moves on, but I miss them. I miss the ease of our friendship, the comfort of knowing they were just a call away and that we’d both drop everything to hang out.
Now, when we do see each other, it feels... different. Like we’re both trying to fit into roles we used to play, but they don’t quite fit anymore. I laugh at their jokes, they laugh at mine, but there’s this unspoken tension, this awkwardness that never used to be there. And it kills me, because they’re my best friend. They’re supposed to be the one person in the world I can be completely myself with, no barriers, no walls.
Sometimes I blame myself. Maybe I didn’t try hard enough to keep us close. Maybe I got too caught up in my own life, my own struggles, to notice when they needed me. Or maybe it’s both of us, caught in a cycle of missed connections and unspoken words. I don’t know.
But what I do know is that I don’t want to lose them. I don’t want to look back one day and realize we let a beautiful friendship slip away. So I guess I just have to figure out how to fix it, how to reach out and rebuild that bond. Because they’re worth it. And honestly? So am I.