Different roads don't mean the end

I think about the friends I have. They know all my secrets. They know what I mean when I say "I'm having a dark day". They just understand me. That is why it is so hard to admit that, in some cases, I am at a different point in my life than they are. I don't think we are necessarily moving apart from each other, but I do think we in different phases of life. It's hard. I hold on. It doesnt seem like I can let go even just a little bit. I know that the friends I have in my life at this moment will always be my friends, but I just wonder when the time will be that we will be back on similair roads- if we ever will.

B reminds me that I am in a very serious relationship, that I have a full time career. My life is accelerated for a twenty-one year old, he says. He tells me that I don't have to say goodbye those friends, but just to give it time, and in the meantime, find some people that are in the same place I am. It's just hard. And I hold on. I can't let go. And because of that, I get hurt. I overanalyze myself- thinking that maybe I should be doing what other kids my age are doing.
B just tells me that I am better than that. I have very strong ambitions and I don't feel like wasting my time, he says. I agree. But sometimes I try to bridge that invisible gap for awhile, and it works, for awhile. But now I think that if those friends were truly my friends, they would try too. They don't. And I get trampled on.

So what do I do?