There’s a strange feeling in the air today, and I’m not quite sure I can describe it well enough. I feel like the world is going mad because of it though, or maybe I am just seeing the world differently, through someone else’s eyes. I couldn’t say though, for I cannot be sure I am in my own mind about these matters.

Oh, but what am I saying? Moreover, I’m sounding quite lucid and insane. I am probably just making a fuss over nothing, simply because things seem different in the world; things seem different between us. We’re not the same, not as close as we used to be and I feel like I’m loosing you somehow. Maybe that is why I do not feel like myself today.

There never used to be any distance between us, no physical distance could keep us apart at one point, so what changed? I know we both grew older and supposedly wiser, but I am still baffled by this sudden fracture of our friendship. I knew you so well when we were younger, I knew everything there was to know. All of your likes, your dislikes, your unfounded fear of going into a bathroom without having a light on, I knew them all. Each and every one of your fascinating quirks and eccentric personality traits; not one of them was strange to me.

Where once there was no distance, now there is a lifetime between us. Perhaps 6 weeks and a precarious argument separated us. Either way, I get the feeling that all of this is my fault somehow. It seems that I am the one blamed for all of the arguments between me and her, and I am the individual who caused so much heart-ache and pain for so many people. I wonder though, do you believe that?

Well obviously you must, because our foundations have been shaken and appear not to be as strong as we anticipated them to be. How were we to know though, they had not been tested so much as they were during that time, and it is all my fault. I don’t know who to blame for it all, other than myself, because nobody has told me otherwise. Anyone who has anything to say about those events seem to simply put my name to the crime and walk away.

They do not care how much I have been hurt by it all. And they do not care how much I have lost to it all.

Now you are strange to me, and I feel almost ready to break down in tears. Who are you now, why and when did you change? I don’t know you anymore, of that I am sure.