You're Changing, becoming this person I don't really know (then again maybe I'm changing too). A person I didn't see, a person I can't recognize. Your words less sincere, the conversations more dull, the topics forced and unentertaining. I'm tired of talking to a computer-like friend, the conversation like a boring volley of empty nothingness. I don't doubt the dry spells will disappear, but the sadness of talking to a person who seems to think my words are as dull as dry toast is making me hesitant to strike up conversation. Its always different versions of "hi, how are you?" and a random mash up of refrigerator magnet phrases. I talk to you about the weather which clearly means, excuse the clichéd pun we are headed towards stormy conditions. When we talk its as if the words coming out of my mouth are lost and drift away. I miss the randomness in our dialogue, the depth, the quotable phrases, the excited tone in your voice, and the realness. I miss you.
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