“Have you moved on?” He whispered, almost as if he didnt want to hear the answer.
She paused, but only for a short moment.
“I….I’m not sure. Its changed, everything’s changed. Its been 9 months now. I dont think of you every time I see the ocean, or think about how freaking cold you must be all the time.” She laughed. “But… it’s when I’m lonely, or need something to think about. I automatically go to you. Over that past year, I think I trained myself to do this. But I cant, not anymore. Its not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“Everything. Us. The fact that whenever I think of someone to fall back on, it’s you.“