“where’ve you been, man?”

you know me.

cut off communication after I realize we won’t be seeing each other much again

half swipe, and only once every solstice, I’ll reply

text you to link for one day, and then disappear again until the next semester break

and because of that, I’ve caused detriment to our relationship.

either because we aren’t talking, or because you’re frustrated that I’m ghosting you.

don’t take it personally. I’ve done it with everyone.

not only because I’m a bad texter, but for what it meant for me mentally

needed time away and soak in the distance I surrounded myself with

scared of being too  attached, so I’ll cut our time shorter before we keep drifting

and I fear the jigsaws have been morphed, and they won’t match anymore

sorry for the extremes.

“that was a pretty shitty thing to do.” my bad.

realizing now that I still have to communicate while taking time for myself

that even if our relationship fades, it doesn’t mean it has to end

and once we do reunite, the new versions of ourselves blossoms a new love for us

I hope you know I still have love for you.

because I’m so attached, I internalize our memories and what you meant to me

every new memory I make, I celebrate the ones we had

so, what I think of you as for the rest of my life

is what I thought of you during our most beautiful moment together. 

and I hope the family still has love for me.

the see each other in public, hug, and ask how we’re both doing type of love.

the reminisce what we had, catch up, and find a new connection together type of love.

the “no matter how long we drift, I still have so much  love for you” type of love.

and I vow that I'll change.

I’ll keep in touch when I’m back at my home

when I return, I’ll see you, and embrace how we both evolved

and, I’ll realize that when our time together does end, it won’t have to be by me.