This is the third piece in a series I've been writing about what happens when two people grow — but not quite together.

This one started with a car ride home from a dinner party, and a conversation that stopped too soon. I've been thinking about it for a long time: those moments where you're not failing to communicate, you're just not asking the same question.

If that's ever happened to you — with a partner, a friend, someone close — I hope this finds you where you are.