Misunderstanding

Well, the title explains it all.
Ever wondered what it was like when we were kids? If any of our friends stopped talking, we used to bug them with questions like,"What happened?"or "Why are you not talking to me?", till they would start talking to us again.
What happened to all that? What happened to us?
Did we really grow up so much, that we can't even ask each other those same questions again?
When did all those Innocence & Friendship changed into ego?
Remember that friend of yours with whom you used to talk about everything?
Now you can barely look at him. And WHY IS THAT?
Is it really MISUNDERSTANDING? or EGO?
If this is some sort of grown up thing, then trust me I don't wanna grow up.
Like seriously? Why can't we just talk about it all and let it be the way it was? Is it really that hard?
Okay, I get it that sometimes it's hard but did you ever try? Or are you waiting for them to make that move?
I'm not that type of person who would blog about everything that is happening in their life. But this thing really bugged me, to the point where I decided to write about it.
No one deserves to be treated with such a thing. Maybe this is why our generation is so broken. Everyone is so busy satisfying their egos, that they barely notice what they're leaving behind.
And in the end, they label it all as "misunderstanding"

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