I would phone her sometimes and ask if she had a good day, she would reply with "not really."
Then she would ask me how I was feeling and I couldn't tell her fine because I wasn't beside her, she wasn't in my arms.
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"Are you okay?" I ask randomly while walking and I can tell she is surprised and uncomfortable with the question.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She says and smiles. This morning I would've believed it. But now getting to know her, I don't.