Everyone thinks we naturally drifted apart. We didn't. I stopped replying because every conversation with him made me feel like the worst version of myself. He constantly mocked my job, relationship, clothes, and ambitions, always calling it "just jokes."
I never confronted him. I simply became busier and busier until we stopped speaking. Sometimes I miss the person he was when we were children. But I don't miss who I became around him. My confession is that the friendship didn't fade; I quietly killed it.