As Alex's graduation from flight school approached, the pressure mounted. He was focused on his exams, his job prospects, and the uncertainty of his future. The stress began to take a toll on our relationship.
He became distant, preoccupied, and irritable. We argued more frequently, our conversations filled with tension and unspoken anxieties. I felt like I was losing him, like the pilot I had fallen in love with was slipping away.
One evening, after a particularly heated argument, Alex stormed out of my apartment. I was left feeling hurt, confused, and scared. I didn't know if our relationship could survive this turbulence.
The next few days were filled with silence and uncertainty. I didn't hear from Alex, and I didn't know whether to reach out to him or give him space. I replayed our arguments in my head, wondering if I had said the wrong thing, if I had pushed him too far.
I missed him terribly. I missed his smile, his laughter, his infectious enthusiasm. I missed the way he made me feel, the way he made me see the world.
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