As we’re drifting back towards “strangers,” I find I miss getting to know you. I miss making friends. I miss the connection.

I understand, my love. You want me to live in your phone. I’m safer in there. You think, that way you can’t fall in love. Even though you are. Falling.

I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to live in your phone. I cannot feel you from there.

So, strangers it is. I am preparing for a life without you. Hoping you’ll realize what nonsense it is to push away what your body wants. Embracing for the sadness, that will eventually be eclipsed by the next beautiful stranger.

For there is always another.

But, for a time, you were my favorite.