I can't do this anymore. It's time for "us" to be over. We both know it.
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When I met you in November, I was totally into you. I'll admit that you helped me see the city in a totally different way. After a fall of rain and darkness, you made everything seem so fresh and new.
Because of you I went skating, rekindled my love for hot chocolate, cozied up under piles of blankets and watch my favorite old movies, spent evenings in concocting great meals. You know how I love the sensuality of the simmering pots on the stove top.
Christmas vacation was amazing, and I know that had a lot to do with you. Without you, none of those things wouldn't have happened. I know that. And it's not like those times weren't great. But it's time to move on. And you know why.
For one thing, I'm starting to grow weary of the clothes you force me to wear. I have my own sense of style you know. And it doesn't include wearing every garment in my closet day after day. It doesn't include schlumping around in those horrible boots you insist on, either. I mean, give it a rest already! How about you let me wear a pair of shoes for a change? Or maybe even clothing that shows I'm a woman, and not an androgynous lump. I am SO over your tyrannical and unsightly fashion sense.
Also, you constantly make me late. I mean, how many times have I been late for appointments, concerts, hell - even work? You're slowing me down. Even strangers - TTC operators, taxi drivers - have made comments to me about you. You must have heard them - you were right there when they said it! And still, you just don't care. I have to move at a faster pace than this. I can't have you dragging me down like this forever.
And then there's your coldness towards me. There have been so many days in the past months when things have been great - my job, my friends, my family. And then WHAM - your coldness slams into me and chills me to the bone. When you do that, it makes me feel like I have nothing to live for. And we both know that's just not true! I can't continue to let you affect my outlook on life in this way. It's unhealthy, and I'm not putting up with it any more.
What's more, my friends HATE you. They complain about you all the time. And whenever my family calls from BC, they ask if you're still hanging around. They're always surprised to hear that I haven't shaken you yet. I try to put you in a positive light, but nobody's buying it any more. Not even me.
I don't want to be a jerk or anything. And after the fun times we've had, I hate to hurt your feelings. But you deserve to know that I've got my heart set on someone new. Someone who will let me wear skirts, and encourage me to get outside more often. Someone who will make me feel lighter and freer.
My friends and family keep mentioning that this new relationship is just around the corner, if only I can get rid of you. So please. Stop tapping on my window. Stop showing up at my office after work. I'm moving on.
- Location: Dumpsville. Population: YOU
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