Disconnect.

My friend Andrew moved away a week ago today.

So far I’ve gotten one text from him.
And today he called me.

Apparently there’s no reception at the place he’s staying.

We talked for about three minutes.

“Hey Andrew. What’s up?”
“Not much. Going to the mall with Ashley.”
“How’s the house?”
“It’s good. How’s your girlfriend?”
“Fine? How’re you and Peter?”
“Alright. How have things been?”
“Pretty good.”
“Alright. I’ll give you a call later.”
“Okay. Peace.”
“Peace.”

This is the guy who -to this day- calls himself my best friend.
That doesn’t really sound like it to me.
Didn’t really feel like it.
Hasn’t really felt like it in a while.

I didn’t really say anything to anyone when he left.
But I felt like I’d miss him.
I mean. I’ve been with him 80% of the time for the past four years.
He’s been a major part of my life.

And for the longest time he felt like a brother to me.
My mom even calls him her son still.

And every holiday my family goes over to his family’s house.
We don’t have family out here.
And none of our family really feels the need to see each other often.

I haven’t seen any part of my family aside from my parents since I was in middle school.
The time gap will probably just keep growing.

Anyway, I’m digressing.

What I’m trying to get at is–
I just. Don’t. Really feel anything.
We’ve been drifting for months, and this is just solidifying things.

He hasn’t been very much of a friend this past year.
I haven’t felt close to him at all.

And it’s just kind of a shame how things turned out.
But people change, and it’s for the best most of the time.
And I think he was bound to go another direction from me anyway.

I really used to love him.

It’s just another reminder of how fleeting and temporary people are sometimes.
Someone who mattered the world to me a few years ago is almost completely off my radar.

And I don’t really care.