Dear M,
I dont ever want to be unfaithful to you.
But I feel like I’ve grown stagnant. And its frightening.
I want to grow with you but we’re so busy trying to keep and preserve something we have.
Theres too much context.
And its not a problem.
Youre so good to me. Youre a constant I can count on.
A friend. A lover.
I just miss you so much when we’re 200 miles apart.
J
