Dear Friend,

I don’t typically open up

Quickly, more of a slow burn

Preferring distance and time

Before I’m ready to claim

But with you, it was different

I snapped into your orbit

With child-like enthusiasm

Desiring to share everything

Within months, I told you

I loved you, missed you

Wanted to make plans, talk

Perpetually hungry for more

Your laugh would announce you

I held your hand and cried

Desperate for you to know 

Me inside and out

Did I love you too much

You seem miles away

We don’t talk like we used to

Did I do something wrong

I don’t want this to be

A seasonal friendship

How can we be saved

From fading into past tense