We’ve both been so tired lately, haven’t we? After all, the school year has started and with it, inevitably, the work. You’re juggling your numerous extracurriculars all at once, and though I only have my one I have my two big roles in it. Maybe this really is how third year college goes. Or maybe, as we like to joke about, it’s the old-ness of being 20.
At this point, it’s always so easy to just fall apart. There’s always the convenience of the excuse that you’re exhausted. You could always say that you’re occupied, or that maybe you could do it next time. This is the small crack in the wall that causes the foundation to crumble.
But you know what amazes me? It’s that we go the other way. I feel like we hold onto each other more strongly as the commitments pile on us. We’ve both had our moments of vulnerability with the academics and whatnot, but I appreciate these moments every single time. You see, with all the feelings and craziness, all the blatant honesty, I’m not afraid that you will judge me or love me any less. In fact, I’d like to think it grows even more. I have a piece of you, and you have mine.
Not seeing you as much makes my love for you stronger. It’s a hunger for the whole of you, the deepest kind of need. I know I have my limitations, and I’m sorry that I can’t always be there physically. But I pray that you understand, because my patience for you goes to no end.
Our life together right now is not like before. There are no more three-hour breaks; there are fewer moments to steal. But I’m not counting, because I’m lost indefinitely whenever you get to hold me close. I look in your eyes, and there is no time— there is only you, and I love you.