I know we've been waking up with each other a lot lately, but I'd really like to see other times. Sure, we've had our moments over these last few months--and I'll never forget those wonderful scenes you gave me. But this just isn't working for me anymore.
It's not you, it's me. You deserve someone who will greet you with the eagerness and excitement you deserve--someone who'll share a cup of coffee with you and bask in the glory of your quiet darkness. And that's just not me. I don't drink coffee. I don't like the dark. And I don't go to bed until 1. So I'm sorry, but you're just too early for me.
Plus, I still have feelings for 8:30. What we had was special. What we had was perfect. So even though he's abandoned me at the moment I'd be happy to take him back. Sometimes I even miss 9:30--my old High School fling. Sure, he didn't fit very well with my grown-up, responsible schedule, but he and I really clicked. I might be willing to find a way to make it work.
So I'm sorry 4am, but I think it's time we go our separate ways. We can still be friends. I can still stop by and say hi sometimes, especially if I have a deadline or a plane to catch. But I can't go steady anymore. I need more sleep than that. I hope you can understand.