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I love you.

I should say that right off the bat, lest you take the rest of what I might say here personally.

I honestly do.

When you and I come together and it’s right and good and awesome, I find it nearly impossible to let you go.

Unfortunately, we don’t do that very often.

And when I say not very often, I mean hardly ever.

And when I say hardly ever, I mean rarely.

And when I say rarely, I mean… I’m tired.

I can lie in bed for hours yawning, but you sit just out of reach like an angry cat left alone with a dish of kibble all day.

I can refrain from looking at my laptop and throw my alarm clock into the deep blue sea, but you shrug and stare into space and make noncommital conversation about indie bands.

I can slow my thoughts down and breathe in time and say goodnight to my toes one by one, but I know full well that you won’t snuggle in for the spoon anytime soon.

You will do what you will do.

And until you do it with me, I’ll walk around like an affable zombie, making endearing spelling mistakes and tripping over air.

So what do I want?

What I want from you is a commitment. The assurance that you will come and stay. The knowledge that when I need you, you will be there.

But you are the ultimate casual dater, keeping your options and my eyes open until it seems like the dark blue sky of dawn might come and make me cry.

Don’t make me cry.

Don’t let me be lonely tonight.

Don’t let me be.

I miss you.

Just saying.

Love,

Meg