She’s in IB, she has her own friends, and she has her own stuff going on. You know ? Just life.
Why don’t you make an effort to reach out and hang out together?
We have. Things are just weird, I don’t know.
Weird? What do you mean weird? All you have to do is make an arrangement to do something together. Whether it be watching a movie or shopping or whatever, as long you’re both having fun with each other is what matters
It’s not the same. It feels, I guess for lack of a better term, fake. We haven’t been together for so long that it feels like we have to try too much. I love her, I mean it, even though I rarely tell her and I really am always here for her, but I haven’t gotten the chance to be, I don’t know what goes on with her anymore. We’re so out of each others orbit.
I kinda see what you mean. I’ve lost a couple of great friends since high school started, mostly cause we never get to hang out. You at least see her once a week. Try to make it so you both can hang out regularly, be it however you can. If not, be old fashioned and call every day or whatever so you can both catch up with each other. If you really do love her, you’ll do whatever you can to keep that connection.
… One autumn night, five years before, they had been walking down the street when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where there were no trees and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. They stopped here and turned toward each other. Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year. The quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and bustle among the stars. Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees—-he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.
His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.