It's hard, watching people whom you're so close to, change totally. You don't even know which hurts more; watching them become grow more distant and completely different, or knowing that you still care. I feel like I'm watching a log burning out at the fireplace that had kept me warm on a cold night. As the lovely dancing flicker slowly dissapears into the ashen remains and the floor tiles turn icy again, I know it'd be something I'll miss...