It's hard for me to talk to her. All I can do when I look at her is think about the day when I won't be able to. So I spend all my time at school thinking about her, wishing I could see her right then, but when I get to her house, I don't know what to say.
Gossip is one thing, hurtful gossip is completely another, and even in high school we weren't THAT mean.
Life, I've learned, is never fair. If they teach anything in schools, that should be it.