Mr Smith and I were without assumption each other's plus ones to events, although usually I was his plus one, he does have a home to go to and can't be gallivanting with me all the time!
Every now and again, I pull the plug on our friendship, we get too close, my heart becomes deflated at the reality of the situation and I ask for a breather. Going from all excess communication (IM, phone, text and email) to nothing is deafeningly silent. The void is immense.
Like it matters. Within a few days, it's back to full speed.