My dearly beloved,
I am so over you. Well, maybe not.
I have found someone new. Like, we just broke it off and I found him. It must have been fate last Saturday night. I still lie awake at night, tossing and turning, wondering why.
Maybe I still want to be with you because the entire world is telling me to break it off with you. And I am drawn to our old ways due to comfort, and the fact someone else said our perfect relationship was finished. My mind fights harder to keep your memory alive.
It’s been nearly a week. Mr. Someone-New is an early riser and we have enjoyed some beautiful sunrises that I never saw with you.
True, I may have bags under my eyes from the sleepless nights. But I am so over you.
Until I hurried to work this morning. I was late and should have left by 7:30 am! I started the engine and the clock came on. The digital numbers said “6:30”.
And I realized, I’m not over you. I want you back, Mr. Standard Time! My Someone-New (ie. Mr. Daylight Savings) gets up too early. I can’t stand his new sleep schedule- seriously who goes to bed an hour early!?! I’m so tired. Sure, the sunrise is beautiful in the morning, until the sun’s rays crest the hills and blinds my retinas driving to town. I’m NOT crying, just tearing up from the glaring brightness.
Who knows, maybe we can work things out, Standard Time. It might take a while to compromise on our differences, but I think we can work it out.
If you need time, I have time. Let’s just set a random date… say November 3rd. If we can’t make up by then, I guess it is over.
We had a good four months together.
It’s only been a week, and I miss you. Waaaaa!