You stopped trying long before she stopped loving you. Somewhere between moving away at the beginning of ninth grade and the second semester of tenth, thirty minutes became too much of a drive, replying became a chore, and “I’ll see you this weekend” became another promise you never planned on keeping. You still told her you loved her you always did but love slowly became the only thing you were willing to give. She was the one waiting for your texts, asking to make plans, forgiving canceled dates, rereading old messages from seventh grade when you used to beg to see her instead. You got taller, more popular, surrounded by teammates, friends, and girls who laughed a little too hard at your jokes, while she watched your life unfold through Instagram stories she was never part of.