To Whom It May Concern:

Dear Sleep,

I'm going to be forward and just put it out there: we are growing apart. Our relationship is on the rocks. At first what we had was so magical. You held me so tight. Like the schedule of the trains, you were consistently there. My rock. I long for your touch. You aren't the same. You act strange when I'm around. Sure, I've been here and there on business related things. But baby, you can still trust me!

Darling, take me back. I'm begging you. I'm pleading you. I'm sorry I got swamped with this homework and coding. It's the price that I'm paying to keep you ever closer. I hope you understand.

I don't know if you're the same as before. You make my roommate laugh. I feel jealous. Feelings I haven't felt before. He sweet talks you. I might not be as romantic. I might not be as tall. I might not be as dark. I might not be as handsome. But I have spunk. You can't buy that in any store. I am who I am.

I changed for you. I built my schedule around you. I came to you at earlier times. When I'm having a rough day, I turn to you first. Those little moments we spend in each others' embrace in the early lazy Sunday afternoons mean more to me than anything in the world. The television danced with burly men playing football as I was swept away in your dreams.

Come back, for "Only in dreams, we see what it means." My body aches without you.

I saw you rummaging through my trash can yesterday. You found used rockstar cans. I can explain! To keep you and I as us, I might have slipped up. Sure I had a drink or two. The pink rockstar was just so tempting. I couldn't resist. She was so sweet and I got caught up in the heat of the moment. She just said all the right things at all the right times.

I can't make any promises that I won't go back to my old ways. Life's a long journey, and there's plenty enough temptations. What I can promise is that you will always be with me, whether it's in Physics or lying in the grass looking at clouds.

Our relationship is something so much more than the materialistic attempts that Hollywood makes at portraying love. I can't text you how I feel. It's so much more than that. I need you so much closer.

Please forgive me as I forgive you. We both have faults. Let's put those aside and be what we know we are.

I wait longingly for your reply,

Devon.