Down This Road Before

I really hate you lately.

You know I don't mean that, right? I don't feel that way deep down. It's just that my mouth misses you more than heart understands your distance...and my mouth is hell of a lot louder.

I get really jealous when I see those Tumblr posts about how old friends can call each other after a long time has passed and pick up right where they left off.

Not jealous so much of the picking up where we left off bit...

Just of the part where they're perfectly okay with the long time having passed. I think it sucks, and it is intellectually unacceptable to me that I seem to be in the minority on this.

Why is that consequence of life so mainstream now? Why do we as a species so universally fail to matchmake attention givers? We're like racquetball players with no walls; the score's nothing-to-nothing no matter how hard I hit it.

I would bother sending this letter to you, but the only thing worse than not hearing from you at all is hearing from you much later that you just found my letter at the bottom of a pile of mail and who knows how long it's been there.

It's post-marked, you monumentally ignorant-sometimes, atrociously unapologetic, center of your own universe who I love more than life itself but really hate lately.