It's not you, it's me... and I think it is time for us to part ways after these three years together. I knew you would be something different - and I have to be honest - it was the excitement that drew me to you. But I am tired of all the BS.
When we first got together you were all sunny and friendly and full of optimism. Remember when we found the one place in town that sold bourbon and we would drink it on ice with sugar cubes on the roof deck? We didn't care about having to lug the groceries home everyday back then... everything was aces!
But when I got sick that first fall, you quickly turned your back on me and told me to stop whining and use some over-the-counter nasal spray. Your lack of compassion was a real shock. A solid month of rain didn't do me any favors, either.
Sure the honeymoon phase ended - but I was no fool - I was prepared to put in the effort to make this thing work. I think it got to be a communication thing for us. We just never spoke the same language, did we? We kind of starting forcing things between us, and that made us both resentful. I never really felt I could be myself with you.
I don't have any regrets, though. You taught me a lot about myself and I will always be grateful for your honesty (though brutal it often was!) You certainly never coddled me with all of your Dutch directness. I gave you a few good years of my life and now it is time to move on.
I will always think of you when I see tulips!
Tot Ziens!
Charlie
P.S. Please don't take it hard, but I am leaving you for a Texan.
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