Drift

I have to admit that it bumps me a little that you are leaving. I know it won't be long until you get back, but the idea of separation scares me. Because if it's not you that'll change, 

it's me.

And I hate changing, I hate changes. 

Just when things started to become comfortable, they just drift apart. The usuals become the unusual. Comfortable silences just become those awkward pauses, with both trying to fill in the breaks, acting casual and calm but the truth is, it's just different.

Because we are not who we were. Perhaps we're just the doppelgängers of our past.