Can we talk? She’s going through a thing; I don’t know if it’s my place to. We don’t really know each other very well after all, but I am worried. Would it be weird? I’ll send her a message. We like talking with each other. I think. It’s always fun and we usually go on for a few hours. It feels natural, it feels easy, and really, I just like listening to her. We should do this more often. We talk daily. Simple things like seminars and stuff like how our sleep was. Useless things, but sometimes we get into serious things. It’s nice, yet somehow it doesn’t feel like enough. I hope we get to talk. She’s been returning less and less texts. I mean, it’s probably okay. She’s been tired and busy with a lot of work. I know because she often does still make time for me. I appreciate it; maybe I’m asking for too much. We still talk often. The energy still feels the same, I think it still feels the same. We go over the stuff we like as usual and laugh at the stuff we always do. I am happy with that. Everything stays. We continue to talk about everyday things. Small stuff, things that don’t matter but they make me happy enough. We go on about this and that, games and hobbies, work and lectures, him and her. We should’ve talked.
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Critiques say, "It was mostly sadness but still good."