When people slowly become memories

Today I noticed that one of my old friends and I barely talk anymore. There was no argument, no betrayal and no particular moment when everything changed. We simply became busy with different lives. It felt strange realizing that someone who once knew my every day life is now someone I only remember.

For sometime, I wondered whether I had done something wrong . Then I understood that not every friendship ends because someone fails. Sometimes people grow in different directions. I still miss those conversations and silly moments, but I am learning to appreciate them without forcing them to return. Some people remain memories and that is okay.