We’ve had some good times together, you and I. Remember the all-nighters in college? Or dancing at Trilogy on Sundays? Remember the spur-of-the-moment road trip to New Haven and hanging out with Dink in Put-in-Bay? I will always treasure those memories and many others. I love you, 3:30 a.m., I truly do. When you’re around, the most amazing and wonderful things happen. That’s why what I have to say next is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to say.

I think we need some time apart, baby. I think you and I need to go our separate ways, at least for a little while. Lately, it’s just not been working out with us. You must have noticed, too. It used to be magical when we were together. I never knew what would happen next whenever you were around. I didn't get to see you as often as I would have liked, so the times we were together were extra special. These days I see so much of you, too much of you. Every single day, there you are. The magic is gone, baby. The excitement and mystery have both faded away. It’s not the same anymore, 3:30 a.m., it’s just not. You’ve meant so much to me over the years, and I don’t want to hate you. But I’m starting to, I really am, which is why I have to say goodbye.

Maybe someday we can be together again. I sincerely hope so, 3:30 a.m., because you’ve been such an important part of my life for so long. The thought of losing you forever upsets me more than I can say. But for now I need you to stay away. Please. Please stay away, baby. I need some distance and some time apart, and then maybe someday we can try to rekindle what’s been lost.

Love always,

Idiot-Milk

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