You seem to pop up a lot. You aren’t marked on the calendar, you usually don’t RSVP – and yet you think it is okay just come and visit announced. Often times, you interrupt the life I already had scheduled: classes, lunches, Skype dates, phone calls, meetings. For some reason, you have convinced yourself that you are allowed to be a priority in my life.

I suppose that I am partially to blame for that. When you come to visit, it is difficult to turn you away. You usually have a good reason: missing someone, a stroke of bad luck, sickness. But sometimes you just stop by because you feel like it.

These are the visits that need to stop.

I cannot allow you to be a major attraction of my life anymore. I get why I do it – sometimes it is easier to just accept the bad days, to just let them in. It’s easier to acquiesce than to fight.

But you cannot control my life anymore. You can stop in from time to time. I understand now that I can’t keep you from visiting every once in a while. But you are going to stop interrupting me when I finally get to talk to the friend I haven’t seen in months. You are going to stop tapping me on the shoulder while I am working. You are going to stop cutting off my laugh.

Because I will always be more than you. Everyone is more than their bad days; everyone is better than the worst day they have ever had.

So even if you do stop by, I need to stop letting myself define my week, my month, my life around you.

You are just a day.

And when I close my eyes, you leave.

And now I just have to learn to not open that door the next time you come knocking.