We are far apart. Atleast in my mind, we are.

 If we were kids, I'd picture us standing on terraces miles away from each other, looking up at the sky, and blowing soap bubbles. It is a little hard to imagine you blowing soap bubbles, but it seemed more interesting than saying standing and staring at the sky.

We used write to each other, high pitched bursts of conversation but that has become watered down a little. The animated descriptions have given way to quiet, matter of fact sentences. The hellos no longer have a hint of laughter. We are growing up. And it isn't a bad thing, and it's definitely something that has been written about to the death, but it's true. Sometimes it's upsetting. Sometimes it's not.

If we were kids, we wouldn't read the same books, I'd colour my people in blue and you'd not colour at all. Or maybe you would, but there wouldn't be any way for me to find out.