** 7 years later **
Seven years have passed, and today, as I scroll through my long list of unread messages, I come across one from Gabby.
My excitement to read it fades into a tinge of disappointment as she explains she won't be able to join me for our much awaited picnic.
A fan-signing event has claimed her time, a testament to her growing success.
Despite my initial letdown, a genuine smile tugs at my lips; I'm genuinely happy about her achievements.
Even though we now share a house together as a couple, it feels like we hardly get to see each other.
As I set my phone aside, a call from my manager interrupts my thoughts.
Duty calls, and I find myself on the set of a women's garment photoshoot.
The camera clicks away as I strike poses, the fabric flowing gracefully around me.
Amid the shoot, a subtle pang of realization hits me – Gabby and I, once inseparable, now find our lives consumed by our respective careers.