I'm moving out... | Part 1
"Do you think I should tell her ?" I ask my friend, totally confused. We're sitting in front of the Library, at a place called the Plinth, at The University of Texas at Dallas. He's totally drunk, so I thought telling him the story at this point might be good, so that he doesn't remember anything. I also thought talking to someone about it would ease my anxiety and stress in the matter, but it seems like the stress has increased. "I mean, we've not talked for over a month now. I don't even know if she thinks of me anymore!" I'm in a situation, yet again. This time, I don't know what I did, I really don't. I thought I was very good friends with her, and then something happened. I have no idea what happened. I tried to talk to her about it countless times, but to no avail. She never picked up my calls, she never replied to my messages. I even asked her to call whenever she was free the next time, and it has now been exactly 28 days of ...