With the stranger I started to love- I used to live and breathe for the sarcastic eye-roll you would give me if I stumbled over my words in study or babbled about the joys of the night. I miss you. I miss seeing you everyday without the worry that one day would be our last. Now we chatter through screens, we stay up till the light of dusk skims my windowsills debating music, or technology, or love. We have shared jokes now. We have nights full of memories. I am fascinated with your mind. Your train of thought is so unique that it flies off and I grab the tail desperately trying to stay connected. I miss that I can't read your face anymore, I don't see your reactions and I don't feel your presence. The musty screens cannot give half of what I felt when I was around you and I feel myself drifting. The kite I once longed to be entangled with becomes a mere string and I feel myself slipping. Becoming repetitive, dusk comes sooner, nights become shorter. String becomes dust

and I let go