And life changes. Maybe just a little, maybe a lot. And at some point, it just isn't worth the fight to fix it.
We have years to converse with someone, to blurt and rant, to explain our desires and anger and regrets - and oh how we squander those moments.
Of course, all writers draw upon their personal experiences in describing day-to-day life and human relationships, but I tend to keep my own experiences largely separate from my stories.