i need to let you go.

i told you everything - all the worst parts. i told you about wanting your attention, wanting to be closer, wanting to be friends. i told you to have a nice life, and that i got a tequila sunrise because of you.

you're becoming a distant memory. i'm looking at dates of things i write, and realize you were still around. now, it's different and it's only been a week since i saw you but i'm so afraid of that time growing longer and pretty soon it'll have been years and i'll wonder if i imagined you because you seem so far away.