I’ve given you nearly 38 years of my life. I’ve let you guide and dictate nearly every move.
You’ve made decisions for me that I’ll always regret. You’ve made me wonder what if far too many times.
You’ve made me say no when yes was all I wanted. You’ve pushed me to say yes when I needed to scream no.
But this relationship isn’t working anymore.
It’s not me. It’s you.
Of course, we’ll always be friends. Perhaps not the fondest of friends. After all, we’ll never have Paris as you’ve forbidden me from flying over the ocean.
So, while this isn’t goodbye, it is a departure. I’m sure we’ll meet again soon. More likely than not, our paths will cross when I most expect it. I’ll be ready and waiting. A quick hug. A peck on the cheek. But that is all. Nothing more.
I’ll always carry a piece of you with me, but you’ll never have all of me again.