Breaking Up
Dear 2003,
I’m sorry, but that’s it. It’s over between you and me.
I can’t take it anymore. You’ve been just too hard to deal with. While there were highlights and good points in our time together, I cannot say that I’m sad to see us part ways at this juncture. It’s for the best. Really.
I mean we really started on a bad foot. Fighting and crying on New Year’s Day! Remember that? We both should have known better from the get go.
I mean, afterall, you’ve tried to kill me. Or at least it’s certainly felt like it.
Let’s talk about the car wrecks after all. What car wrecks? *Me* be dramatic? No. Let’s talk about my birthday, Los Angeles, and Christmas eve.
But that wasn’t enough. Of course today, you *just had* to have that last jab in and have a volvo roll back and hit me on my way home today, too. I mean, jayzus, enough is enough.
Then there was family shit.
Heartache and injuries. Scars.
There’s been work stress beyond measure. And long hours of trying to sort out somethings in this awful little head.
Oh, it hasn’t been all bad. There have been good points, after all.
You’ve helped by bringing some trully amazing, beautiful, wonderful, and kind friends into my life not to mention the countless adventures that I’ve had, mischief, and etc.
Hey, I even got laid this year, and got to kiss lots of other new boys (and girls) because of you.
But still, enough is enough, and I think that it really best to part ways now.
I wish you well. I will try my best to think only of you fondly. I’ve got a new lover. 2004. We’re kicking things off sweetly tonight in PJ’s and champaign. Don’t be hurt by that. It’s better this way. I have to move on. And we both know that we can’t turn back the clock.
Thanks for the memories. I’ve learned alot, honestly, from this relationship. And I’d like to believe that it’s even made me a better person for the future. Maybe we can even be friends and reminisce together over cocktails and coffee some time. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. We’ll both be ok. I promise.
Peace out and I’ll be safe, if you’ll let me.
Min Jung

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