Letter to a dear friend

Dearest You,
We hung out tonight. Kind of, I guess. If you still read this, you know who you are already. We used to be close. (In the sense that people can get to know each other pretty well in a quick-short amount of time.) Way good friends, at least to me. Someone that I cared about even when I was gone far away, or at least I tried to.
I'm not really sure what happened, but I guess people fall apart, like sand castles after too many waves from the sea. Physical miles create emotional miles and so on, or so it goes. Out of sight, out of mind, and all the other cliches that go along with this type of thing. Either way, I couldn't be more repulsed by what our friendship has become now, as if something great has turned to nothing. The remedy is your guess as good as it is mine, but maybe it's just that friendships are fleeting. Maybe some things aren't meant to last. Either way, it makes me feel about the same as when I lost an essential piece of a Shredder action figure down the bath tub drain; miserable and lost, and with a new found sense that nothing gold can stay. I dunno, maybe this is the least I can do. Maybe I could make a better move to amend broken ties. Then again, fuck it, maybe not.