d i s t a n c e .

It's terribly depressing that, as we sit together on the sofa, I can actually feel us growing apart.

You aren't listening as you used to. You aren't doting as you once did. You are on the other side of the sofa, texting, talking to someone else, playing a video game, and doing anything else necessary to completely ignore me.

Excuses are unnecessary. As similar as we are, the feeling has changed. You routinely outwear your welcome and do not take hints. As much as I want to spend time with you, you need to leave long enough for me to miss you before I will actually wish we were together again. You've crowded in so close, you've made us distant. Please, back off.