Okay... So...

Okay, so how many of you totally noticed that Charlie and I are falling apart?
We don't talk anymore. I don't know if its just because I never have anything not-awkward to say to him, or if he doesn't want to have anything to do with me. For now, I'm going to go with both.
And to think, just last week my mother said, "You guys are going to be attached at the hip. Except his is a little lower..."
"Aren't we already attached at the hip? And his is only like, 3 inches lower than mine."
"I guess you guys really are close."
We used to be, I thought after she said that. Even then our perfect little friendship was falling apart.
I'm struggling to remember the day he didn't say a word while I was there. I think it began the day I was there, and all he did was play that stupid game. Something about war... I was almost asleep... Stomach ulcer... It's hard to remember. I hate silence with him...
I won't say why, but, its just uncomfortable.
Any idea about how I can fix this problem?