“The time has come,” the Walrus said/To talk of many things” – Lewis Carroll 1872
I <3 you. Always have, always will. But now it’s time for me to say goodbye. You knew, right? I mean, this isn’t a surprise or anything. We’ve been drifting apart for months now. Ever since I told you I was headed to school, you’ve been a little cold. Well, maybe it’s just me. I mean, it’s definitely me. Not you. You’ve always been a perfect sweetheart.
But it’s time to move on. Although it was, oh so good. Better than good. Amazing. You showed your kindness, right from the beginning, when I started writing to you ten months ago. And as the months went on, it only got better. We talked every day. Sometimes three, four times a day. I’ve admit to being a little obsessed with you. We went to parties together. We explored the city. Sure we had our the occasional argument, who doesn’t? A fight here or there. But in the end, we always made up. Because I loved you. And you loved me. I learned so much from you. You gave me so much. Too much. I’ll never forget it. What a journey.
It’s not like it used to be, though. Things have changed. We just don’t make enough time for each other. I’m busy with work. Every day. That whole nine to five grind. And then school from 5 to 10. I don’t have time to talk to you every day. And you’re busy too. I don’t want to waste your time. If I can’t give you my full attention, I don’t see the point in trying. It can’t be a one-way relationship. You know that. Sometimes at nights, when we’re both a little tired, I try to make conversation. But let’s face it, we can’t keep going on with these 3am conversations. It’s either you sweets, or that $60k in loans I’ll end up taking out. And I’m sorry, I don’t want to be bankrupt.
I have to take some time for myself. *Sigh. This is so hard. I’m so torn. But I keep trying to do everything, and it just isnt’ working. I’m neglecting you. And I’m neglecting everything else. I want to be with you, I do. And you want me too. Every day. Every month. But I think this relationship has peaked. Let’s just stop while we’re ahead. We’ll always have the memories?
Look, we’re both grownups here. Can’t we just stay friends? You can still find me here. And here. I’ll be there every week. And heck, you know I’ll always be there for you. I’m sure we’ll see each other around town. Maybe this time you’ll pay for lunch. And my email address hasn’t changed. You can still send me a note. And if you’re doing something cool, let me know. I can let everyone know here. And who knows, maybe after three years, we can hang out again? Or maybe form a more…permanent attachment. We’ll see.