I know how it kills when people change. The crazy happy memories of the past sting like hell. Often the pain of missing those friends makes us want to correct things at every cost. It wants us to forget all the neglect and hurt we suffered at their hands. It makes us want to forget all the stupefied silences we had to go through.

But what if these corrective measures made you get back in talking terms. Now where does that get you?? Comparing the new awkward glances towards each other with the roaring laughter of the past. Or comparing the heart to heart talks of yesterday with the polite small talks which you are made to suffer now.

So what if the pain of missing kills you for the moment. I would any day partake that pain compared to the humiliation of living a failed friendship each day.
But then that is just another view point.