I miss you.
It’s been two weeks and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think of you constantly.
Your image bubbles up to me in so many moments that I find myself clearing my throat and licking my lips, trying to shake you from my mind.
I know you’re bad for me; I’ve had so many people come to me and make comments about you that I almost had to hide our relationship or vouch for over and over again. I hated forsaking you, but honestly you’ve left me with no other option.
You are a dreadful friend.
You make promises you can’t possibly keep while you tease and entice so many others, that I knew you couldn’t possibly be faithful to me while keeping that dance card of yours so full.
Like any good addict, I ignored your shortcomings and instead imagined you kissing my throat and espousing your uncanny ability to quench the thirst in me.
I wanted you to be accepted and admired but everywhere I turned I were negative reviews, stories I wanted with all my heart to ignore.
Imagine my surprise when I saw your face on TV and the pretty brunette saying such unbelievable things about you.
You? It was you all along?
You keeping those 10 lbs on my waistline?
You keeping me hungry and unsatisfied even as I drank you in?
You bringing on the headaches and stress that I was sure you weren’t capable of?
Just between you and me it’s been a hellish two weeks.
Anxiety and salty tears abound and for a day or two I was sure I wasn’t going to make it.
I was convinced that I would be forced to crawl back to your sweet goodness and hope you welcomed me back with little repercussion.
Quite frankly with all the other shiny, colorful and refreshing fish in the sea I’m ashamed that I am craving you and searching for any excuse to have you just one more time.
I know deep down that you’re just a mistake I can’t continue making.
So as much as it pains me to say so, while I may reach for you from time to time, our love affair is over.
I am finally coming out of the hazy fog you’ve held me in for six long years and I even lost a few pounds.
See, I took the lemons of our relationship and made lemonade instead.
I hope you understand.
“Write about something you Quit”
I am finally feeling normal again.