Strange, stranger.

His voice comes soothingly through the headset of my new phone, happily discussing everything and nothing at all. I dont even have to answer, just listen, as I love doing. He chatters on, anger or amusement coloring his voice at random intervals.
It's been a year and a half of this, his calls, my answering... we use each other as receptacles for the day's happenings, willingly loaned ears on demand. I have no fear of him lying to me or ever revealing my secrets, not ever. I trust him with my life, and, more recently, my heart.
He is my backbone, my best friend, my source of inspiration.

One day the calls slow, then stop coming.

When we do talk it's stilted "how are you?" conversations that bring nothing of our past intimacy into the speech. Neither one of us menions this new seperation for fear of scaring the other person off, or, in his case, perhaps in fear of telling the truth.

I feel like I have lost touch with a part of myself.