I had a friend, my best friend and neighbor, who moved to Texas when I was in fifth grade. We attempted to maintain connection to each other, talking on the phone a lot at first, but we just stopped talking because it became too much of a nuisance. I think both of us realized that the past was passed and that we were fooling ourselves in the masochistic fantasy that two young boys could maintain a friendship based very much on mischief over the telephone. All that was to be dealt with, we dealt with mutually, though. We lead our own lives, and saw new friends. Sure, the effort was greater, having to leave my street and all, but I got closer to my friends from school as a result. Looking back, I miss those days, especially the mischief, but continuing to talk and just growing increasingly bored of each other took the luster of our friendship away, revealing the dull structure beneath the chrome and realizing it wasn’t well made.