Monday, September 21, 2009

One year anniversary of the break-up.

Dear Coffee,

It has been one year since we parted ways and I must admit, I still miss you terribly. I'm sure you were hurt and confused by the break-up. First I start seeing less and less of you, and then I stop returning your calls entirely. Believe me when I say it's not you it's me. You were my reason for getting up in the morning. You made me feel alive. At times I'll catch a whiff of your perfume on the air and I'll feel nostalgic for the old days, when we were inseparable. When I was having a tough day, you could comfort me like no one else could.
Sometimes I think we can still be friends. Maybe see each other on occasion. But I have to be honest with myself. I know that if I start seeing you a little bit, I'll want you all the time. I have no control when it comes to you. So for now we must remain apart, even though there are some days when I think it will kill me. But I won't ever give up on the hope of us being together again...someday.
*sigh*

10 comments:

Growing up Clangley said...

freakin hilarious! thank you for the laughter!

Lisa said...

I didn't see the Dear Coffee and I was reading anxiously trying to get to the end so quickly to see who you were referring to but then I was stumped. I see it now. Great post.

Anonymous said...

"I can't quit you" takes on a whole new meaning. I so get it.

Libberal said...

Too funny. I do hope you will be reunited someday!

Jersey said...

*bowing down to you*
you are a way stronger woman than i am.

ps. thanks for the hilAAARious comment on my post. im still lol'ing.

alimis said...

funny. very funny

boo said...

so funny. i love it.

thebao said...

This is hilarious! I wish I had your willpower.

J and D said...

Earlier in the month was my 2nd year anniversary of the break-up. It gets easier over time...!! LOL

poppycat said...

I just love you, you always crack me up!

I'm impressed with your determination and self control. I can't stay away and a gorgeous robust body all dark and creamy, slathered in chocolate, breaks me everytime. We see less of each other on tww's but I can't seem to go cold turkey.