From me, to you.

You're not talking, we're not talking much anymore. I'm guessing you're busy nowadays, with all the new friends. I do not blame you, why should I? We're just friends, okay, maybe we weren't even friends, acquaintance I guess. Or we weren't even close to being acquaintance.

I don't know how to put this into words but we used to talk like nothing matters, and now, we are talking with full cautious, afraid of saying the wrong things, scared of uttering the mistaken phrases, the fear of misleading each other to more confusion. We are beginning to drift apart from all the unspoken words.
I was never angry at you, I never would, even if I said I am, do you really think I would ignore you for some petty things like that?

I believed you are different from others. I still do, your reassurance never fade.
All our indifferences, my flaws, your imperfections.
We are no different from all.
Miscommunication, I guess.