A few months ago we'd talk for hours and hours at night, well into the morning. And I always said that I loved listening to your voice

which I found so soothing, I wish I could have trapped it in a bottle to store with me forever.... Now... I am not as enthralled by your voice, though I still find it comforting.
Before, I hated staying up late, but I did so to talk to you because you enjoyed it, and I enjoyed it too... But now, I want to do what is viable for me and not stretch myself out for the sake of someone else, even someone as special as you.
Before, you set up a time to talk, and we did. Now, I tell you it's not possible. That I need to sleep or I am busy... I am the one that pushes away the chance to speak.
I know you think I am distancing myself but I need this space for me and I am going to have this space.