Having Dinner With Sarah
Over a cozy dinner with Sarah, I finally opened up and spilled everything. “Evan’s different now,” I said quietly, picking at my salad. “He’s… distant.” Sarah’s face grew concerned as she encouraged me to keep talking. I shared how Evan seemed to be drifting away, leaving me anxious about the bond we once shared. “I hate feeling this disconnected from him, like I’m just here, guessing,” I admitted, feeling a wave of relief as she nodded in understanding. It felt good to finally share the weight I’d been carrying alone.
Having Dinner With Sarah
Sarah’s Advice
“Maybe he just needs space,” Sarah suggested, always the voice of reason. “Boys get weird sometimes—just give it time.” But no matter how much I wanted to believe her, I couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at me. “I know, but something feels off,” I admitted, stirring my drink absentmindedly. Her advice made sense, yet that uneasy feeling lingered like an unwanted shadow, refusing to fade. I appreciated her support, but deep down, I knew this was about more than just needing space.
Sarah’s Advice
