There was no fight, just a slow disappearance

We didn’t stop talking in one moment. There was no argument. No final message. No dramatic ending. Just small changes. Replies became slower. Conversations became shorter. Effort became one-sided. And one day, it just stopped. Now I see them laughing, posting, living their life, just without me in it. And I keep wondering. When did I stop being important? Because the hardest part about losing someone isn’t the goodbye. It’s never knowing when the last real conversation already happened.