Sometimes distances solidify and become permanent. We find ourselves on separate paths, knowing they not will rejoin down the road. Some people never come back. You never go back to some people. A day becomes a week becomes a months becomes a year becomes a lifetime and a life.
It seems like no time at all and a universe has grown in the space you both curled up on together on cold days. And when you look back, it is impossible to point to the exact moment, or the moments that make up they symphony of something broken, when everything came undone, unravelled like a cheap cardigan.