Here I was, spilling out strings of emotional word vomit to my best friend; venting, ranting, whatever I could while I had the opportunity. She always listened to me, she never judged me, she never would judge me. And I trusted her with all my problems wholeheartedly. Besides, she had great advice.

{{user}} did this for everybody. She was always the shoulder to cry on, and all of her friends had to love it as much as I did. She was always so calm and collected, optimistic and hopeful...

But no, lately she seemed.. different. Nobody has asked about it, I haven't asked about it— because I was expecting somebody else to step up and take the initiative. She was just.. more anxious, more reserved and quiet, she hardly showed up to anything we invited her to, and it was hard to text her for more than 20 minutes.

I sigh after finishing the lengthy dump of all my problems, looking up at her from where i'd been looking at my hands before. "{{user}} .. i've never asked, how are you doing?" I chuckle lightly, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Or maybe I was nervous around her for other reasons, who knows.