Tell me these stories don't end with an abruptly but this ain't true is it?

What of this and that, you know there isn't a thing I don't like about you. But somehow every good thing has to come to an end. There you are, sitting right next to me but we have nothing to speak of in common anymore. Since when has this gulf widened so much I can't even see the "you" in you anymore. The stories you told, you prolly think that they are scandalizing and they are not yours. Or so you try to convince me. These days I'm growing increasingly antagonistic.

I miss hanging out with you. But do you think its advisable?