Maybe

Maybe this is how things are supposed to be.
Is it wrong that a part of me is going to feel relieved once he's gone?
Not because I won't miss him,
because I will definitely miss him
a lot.
But I've sacrificed many hours of sleep
many times I should've been studying
many times I could've been making friends
just to be with him.
Which is bad, I know
but I couldn't stay away.
Once he leaves I will feel no attachment.
I'll be able to focus on getting into Allen
and working out more, feeling better about myself in general
and spending time with new, enticing people.
Maybe I'll even get coffee with this cute boy with the glasses who's been asking me.

But man, am I going to miss him.
He'll be back for another year in the fall.
Who knows what could happen.