The text chain
went quiet.
You've got 30, 50, 100 people you'd love to see more of. Most weeks, you see almost none of them.
It's not because you stopped caring. It's because by the time you're actually free — Saturday afternoon, a slow Tuesday, the rare open Thursday — texting six people individually feels like work. So you scroll instead. The window closes. The chain goes quieter.
The friends are still there. The free time is still there. The signal between them is what's missing.