I have a friend that I considered, at one point, to be like a brother. We've drifted apart and I've rarely seen him for the last few years, since we live in different states. We pretty much hang out when he's working someplace cool and I have time to go visit (ie, Telluride Film Festival or similar events).

I was starting to get irritated with him when I knew he was the closest friend (geographically) when I was in the hospital and he didn't come visit. A few weeks ago he called a couple times at 2am and I didn't answer, and I woke up and found him sleeping on my couch. He'd broken into my house through a cracked window. Now...we're done. That was really not cool. But I haven't told him - I guess I'll just let the drifting stay drifted.