A Heavyhearted Goodbye

My dearest,

We’ve been through so much together these past seven years. Remember the day we met at the back of the thrift store? You were hiding behind that rack of Hawaiian shirts; I wouldn’t have even noticed you if I hadn’t been digging for something to wear to the Spring Fling. As I was debating which floral pattern best suited my needs, I looked up and saw you.  I was 15.

Our relationship began slowly; we’d get together just a few days a month. I remember you were there the day I got my driver’s license. I think that’s when I first realized that you were a good luck charm, a genuine friend that I could rely to get me through stressful times. Soccer tryouts, my SATs, that time I got busted by the cops for hitting golf balls off the roof of the mall, you were there for all of it.

It wasn’t until college that I realized I loved you. I wanted so badly to fit in with the crowd that drank imported beer and discussed classic literature. When I was with you, I could. You made me feel smart and relaxed. You said just the right thing and gave me the confidence I needed.

I did my best to treat you with the compassion and care you deserved. Our relationship was so comfortable, so dependable. But then Spring break in Mexico happened. Our pictures from the first day of the trip are so happy, so alive. I never dreamed that two days later we’d be torn apart.  

I’m sorry that I got in that fight with the guy on the fishing boat. If I would’ve know that it would end in you being ripped out of my life, that it would leave you in pieces, I never would have accused him of overcharging us. It was only $10. Our relationship was worth more than that.

The incident got me thinking, though, and I’ve decided that I need to move on. I need to find another love. I’m older now. I’ve graduated. I have a career. I’m not the same person I was 7 years ago. I will always cherish the time we spent together and all of the memories we share. I’m so sorry.

Besides, a ripped t-shirt isn’t appropriate office attire, even at the most casual of companies. Plus you got stretched out and awkward fitting after I started going to the gym… so I guess this separation is really for the best.

With love,
S


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