I can’t help but feel that we’re drifting apart again. I’m not surprised. It’s always been like this. We drift apart, and come together at some point, only to go separate ways again. It’s what we do. We can never last, no matter how we try, or I try. Time and time from now we might make ends meet again temporarily, and then we’ll part. I think I’ve come to realize and finally accept this: we can never last.
Well, it’s been a nice month having you around. Sometime in the future I might look back and smile, just like I am looking back in the past and smiling right now. We’ve had such a long history. I will forever remember those times we stayed up late together and made it through midnight, talking until the sun rose. I will forever embrace the moments when the day after, you accused me of making your throat sore, and causing you to catch a cold. I know for a fact that I love you, I guess I just always have, and I will still be loving you and caring for you nonetheless. But I know I can’t expect you to do the same.
So, good luck. I wish you all the best. Know that I’m here, I know you and understand you better than anyone. And I hope to see you at the finish line.