Running away

"So what do you think about me?"
"You want honest answers right? I mean you have this thing for honesty."
"Oh come on! Who doesn't want an honest answer?"
"I don't. I prefer made up, superficial and fake answers. They keep me happy."
"Can you just answer my question please?"
"Fine! Are you sure you are ready for this?"
"Why don't you answer my goddamn question!"
"I think you are a hard working insomniac."
"Oh.."
"And also a highly committed eccentric neurotic."
"You just didn't call me neurotic!"
"N-E-U-R-O-T-I-C."
"Jerk."
"You asked for my 'honest' opinion!"
"Yeah I did. Now am not sure if you just insulted me or gave me compliments. You know you are one of the few people I know who thinks I am not weird."
"You are not weird. Definitely not. You have to be institutionalized."
It seems a very long ago since I have had this conversation. We had talks like these while cooking or cleaning or generally loafing around. We spent hours sitting idle in front of TV watching dumb shows, drinking juice when hungry and getting up only if we have to use the rest room. Its been two years since she moved out. I met her last evening and the conversation that we had was filled with awkward pauses, forced smiles and constantly looking at watch. What changed in two years? What changed between us that has made us so uncomfortable with each other to an extent that we can't hold a decent conversation for more than a minute? I don't know at all.