Addie
May
Since the day I talked to Wild about how much I miss Tate, it's been eating at me. Yeah maybe she hasn't made the effort to talk to me, but I haven't made the effort either. Sick of wondering what's going on with her, I save the file I'm working on at CRISIS and grab my phone. A quick text message will tell me all I need to know.
A: Hey, I know we haven't talked in a while, but I'd really like to catch up if you have time. Maybe we could go for some pie at Harper's?
Putting my phone to the side, I don't expect her to answer quickly. The fact of the matter is, we aren't the most important people in each other's lives anymore, and that's okay. We've grown up, and with the growing up comes other priorities. I'm finally beginning not only to realize it, but be okay with it.
T: I
