the long goodbye, part I
Since the first day we met, I feared this day.
But I was hoping later, not sooner.
I wasn't quite ready.
I don't get it. We found our groove in the new year. Things were never better. We spent every weekend together. Even finishing each other's sentences.
Then you pull the rug out from under me, making me believe we'll be together till the end. I thought you'd stick around, since we weathered the storm. You were so supportive of me finishing my story.
Now you're gone without a warning or a trace. And I hate you.
You must've known what I knew. That we were done. And we outgrew each other. But I didn't quit on you. Even though I knew I deserved better. It felt cruel and inhumane to just toss you aside like that.
Well, fuck you for doing to me, what I spared for you.
When I woke up this morning I was still in shock. But like any old morning, I was breathing. I thought our separation would kill me but I guess it hasn't. I'll be OK once I figure out what the hell I'm going to do.
So, I'll have to make it without you. (cue Adele)
Thanks and good bye, my friend.
It's been a good run. We almost made it past the 7-year itch.
I chalked that up as a cliché. But it's very real to me now.
Lastly, my toughest decision.
Will I be comfortable with 11 inches?
Do I need 13"?
Should I go Air or Pro.