I used to know you really well. But then I came to Oxford and we started seeing each other less. At first it wasn't too bad. I still saw you pretty regularly. And summer. Summer made up for it. But junior year hit and it got hard to see you. I stole away at every chance I got but even that was not enough. I saw you sporadically and rarely was it ever planned. I thought it would be fun, being this spontaneous, but it only made things worse. I needed a regular plan. If I went without you for a while, I'd get delusional and start rambling. You kept me sane. I was sorry. I thought that summer would make up for it but I was too busy. I didn't make time for you and I should have. Senior year came and it was supposed to be easier. But here I am, at 2:35 am, still without you. I don't think I could ever make up for our lost time together. I'll find a way to get back to you.
sleep is my lover.
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