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The distance is killing her.
Before, she could just live with those little moments he’d be gone—at least those were one-time things and he would always return with his cheeky grin, assuring her that all her worries are for naught.
But now he has become even more distant with all his “preoccupations”. Preoccupations she admits she does not have the slightest care for. And it's gotten worse (for her anyway) that more of her friends are joining the bandwagon.
Of course he still returns to them (to her) with the same coolness like nothing has changed despite all the little things that interrupt them in between. But their conversations are getting more disjointed now that she has her own set of priorities while he has his own new commitments that sometimes she feels lost and backs out, letting the others talk to him just like before.
Sometimes she feels they know him better than her. And it’s painful, yes, to realize that but what can she do?
She does not like to think she misses him—for to say that she misses him would mean she acknowledges the growing dent in a relationship that wasn’t even stable to begin with. And she’s stubborn like that; she will not admit that something is terribly, terribly wrong with this. With them.
So while they continue to be engrossed with things, they continue to stay apart, and she continues to be at the sidelines, just like before she ever became an integral part of his world.
She always knew how it would feel like being close to the stars but not really touching them at all. And all she can think of is why bother, why bother...
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