She doesn’t know what to do.
The guy of her dreams is still in love with someone else. Someone half-way across the country who it doesn’t even seem cares for him. Maybe our girl’s mistaken, and everything’s mutual, but…well, she wants him all to herself. Wishes she was the girl he would run away for, even if they only live a mile apart. If she moved, would he even care?
She thinks not, since a lot of their relationship is shared through two-hour phone calls, meaningless texts, and her stories. Stories she writes to try and make sense of all this chaos. He always asks to read them, and some she lets him, but now…They were so close, so what happened?
She doesn’t know.
He got distant. It was super hard to get a hold of him, even harder to actually see him. He gradually stopped talking for as long, sometimes not even calling until half her phone time was up. Their talks start lasting an hour, 45 minutes, then…nothing. He isn’t calling. She waits by the phone, writing stupid stories on an old notepad, hoping every second that the phone will ring.
She poured her heart out to him, and he didn’t even care. Didn’t say a single word, just picked up the controller and plays Guitar Hero alongside her. “Well…?” she prompts, hoping for a response – any response – but gets nothing.
He has nothing to say, it seems.
She doesn’t know what it means, and she’s not sure she wants to. Some things are better left unsaid, right? Still, she can’t help but wish she could spend her summer happy in his arms instead of working at trusting him again. Because it’s going to take work, and she doesn’t think he can work at fixing them.
They’ve always fit perfectly, comfortably together, even when things were rough, but this time she doesn’t know how to handle this. He means so much and she’s not just going to pack up and leave – no matter how hard he tries to get her to.
She sighs, wishing love could just be easy.