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A lot of guys are like this. I've been like this. He's gone to a new town, he's made new friends, he's got a new life, and there's no room for you in it.
Like somebody else said, there are degrees of friendship. There are people who are your friends even if they live a hundred miles away and you haven't talked for two years. Call 'em up, and they'll say, "Come on over." And then there are people who, if you did the same thing, would put you off and wonder vaguely why you're bothering them, because to them you're part of the past.
Does this mean that there are two kinds of people -- those who do this, those who don't -- or two or more kinds of friendship? I think it's the latter. Friendship to a degree lies in a commonality of interest and shared experiences. Sometimes that commonality lies mainly in proximity -- you two are friends because you live near each other or work together and see each other all the time, and get along moderately well, so you make a lot of plans together. And when that proximity vanishes because somebody moves away, so does the friendship.
In short, some people are around you because you're their friend, and some people are your friends because you're around. I place no blame, no fault in these situations, but it's easy for a sensitive guy to get confused.
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