No longer.

As we sat there, our faces lit by the glow of the fire we talked. We talked about the past, as usual. This time though, our past was right in front of our eyes. Others were living our past, only they were living it in the moment. It's the weirdest thing to see and feel this. Everything we once were two years ago, we are no longer. New people have come in and taken our places in the hearts of the people we once called our friends. We are no longer one of them. Their smiles no longer are directed our way, but to the way of these new found friends. Their hands no longer find their way up our arms or legs but the arms and legs of these new people. They are finally growing up, moving on, realizing its time. We are still young, if this is any sign, we have another 6 years before we grow up. The ones we thought would always be there are slowly fading into the horizon. Who will be left? Who will be there when we finally grow up? Its a scary thought.