This is hard enough as it is, please don't make this awkward.
We've had the best of times, and the worst of times. I still remember that day (night) in Denver when we first met. I was young and lonely and you were looking to make a name for yourself and free. Oh, so free. We were a match made in heaven. Sweet, vanilla-caramel heaven.
You and I have been together, thick and thin, for about seven years (This may be inaccurate: I suck at math). You didn't always complete my needs, so I sometimes asked for your friend Redbull to join us. Thank you for understanding and not making that into more than what it was.
We had a good run, Tuaca. I'm going to miss you. There will be times when I speak your name instead of your yet-to-be-decided-replacement. No one said this would be easy.
I just want you to know that it's not you, it's me. Somehow, I've just outgrown what we had. I don't know what changed, but you made me physically sick twice tonight. I think we've just both come to a point in our lives in which it would benefit both of us to part ways.
I hope there are no hard feelings, Tuaca. And I"m not saying this is the end... who knows... we may find each other again down the road... but for now... for now, this is best.
Friday, August 6, 2010
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..... now that you got that out of your system, the Blogster can return?
Wow, that is a really good post
full of emotion
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