We’re on and then we’re off. We’re off and then we’re on. The off feels bad and now the on doesn’t even feel that good. The off doesn’t even have to be that far off— but if it’s not on, it’s definitely off. It’s never a definitive moment– the moment we’re off, or the moment we’re back on. It always happens in inches. Inches of words spoken or words left unsaid. Inches of a knowing, connected look or being overlooked completely. Inches of a tender, loving touch or being starved for your affection all together. The on again off again is exhausting. It is just exhausting. And really, it has ruined any longing for us to be on. If you can withstand being off for a week, go ahead. Make it two.