I wasn't sure if i wanted to post this.
Back story: Going to college. 4 years with 4 hours of distance just isn't cool.

Time moved slow. God damn
did it move slow.

I rationed everything except for my tears.
With every four or five words I
was only promised two or three in return.
I buried my face into
your unusually warm,
somber embrace.
You had the decency to
use my handkerchief and I
can only speculate that my
salty tears dampened
your chest.
I'm sorry about that. I really am.
By the end we were sharing that
god damn handkerchief.

Dearest Friend,

I'm scum. I already found someone I want to make a lover of.
Promises meant a lot back then.