Nice...
I suppose as we grow older, our paths diverge even more... what started out as a common main road has now turned into diverging small paths
Some dirt tracks... some tar roads... some stoney roads... some sand paths...
And isn't it a shame close friends can grow up to be almost strangers?
The innocence that once sparkles from your eyes... The carefree and selfless life you once led where you and your best friend pooled together money to share an ice-cream...
I suppose as you grow up, for something you gained, you also lost something...
But it's never too late to try to regain some of that lost stuff back...