I miss you. Medical school and you are less compatible than I had predicted. I try to visit you at night but after twelve hours of class and studying, I struggle with either time or energy. I do love everything I'm studying but you just get me in a different way.
I miss editing endless pages of fiction. I miss reading author interviews and interesting blog posts about you. I miss our days and nights together. In many ways, I feel like I am betrothed to someone else while you and I are having an affair. I covertly open my Word documents in the middle of class. I daydream about our time together while I put on my latex gloves, conduct patient interviews, and analyze the pathologies of the nervous system.
I know that I haven't been good about making you feel special but please be a little more patient. I promise I'll try to visit you this week, even if it entails sneaking away from my textbooks.
How do you fit writing into your schedule??