May 4, 2019:
We're not as close as we were.
The stream of messages has slowed, become shallow. Contact is intermittent. I suppose that's inevitable but it's disconcerting in its own little way.
She began holding parts of herself back. At first that felt awkward. Perhaps she felt I wanted greater intimacy than she finds comfortable. Or maybe she's started up with a boyfriend she doesn't want to tell me about. Whatever the explanation, there's a new note of strain which clashes against our history of ease.
All things must pass. There's no law says we have to like it.