I feel like we’re growing apart. I don’t want to seem mean or cruel, but it’s too painful to talk to you. You used to get so excited about my writing. Now you won’t even review and when I ask what you think all I get is a grunt of approval. But the lack of a review speaks louder than words and it hurts so much. Sometimes talking to you feels like a one way conversation. I wish I knew how you really felt and how I could help. But I kind of feel like you wouldn’t even notice if I dropped off the planet at this point.