29. The Breakup

29. The Breakup

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Shaping the New You

The Breakup

Strength is the ability to break a chocolate bar into four pieces
with your bare hands—and then eat just one of those pieces.
 ~Judith Viorst

My Love,

It is with the fondest regards that I am writing this letter. When I think of you, my heart skips a beat and my knees grow weak. I need you. I want you. I crave and long for you.

We’ve shared moments of sheer bliss when I’ve given myself to you. In the kitchen. On the couch. In my bedroom.

But my family and friends are starting to grow concerned. You’ve changed me. I do not like the person I see in the mirror. I’ve stopped going to the beach because I want you with me at all times and you can’t stand the heat. I no longer enjoy shopping with my girlfriends because I can see you on every inch of my body and so can they. I cannot hide my love affair with you anymore because it is written all over my face. And my arms. And my thighs. And my abdomen.

Being with you has been great. The satisfaction I get from one night with you is unlike any other. Although, the regret and disappointment I now experience in the morning is increasing.

You’ve tried to tell me you’re good for me in moderation but it never stays that way. One day turns into three. So much for moderation. You say I can see others, but no matter how hard I try, I compare everything to you.

I am writing this letter to you because I know that I am not strong enough to see you again. You are toxic and bad for me. I need a clean break. I cannot see you anymore no matter how hard you try to win me back. I know you are everywhere but I will be strong. Your alluring smell can no longer entice me. Your ability to know exactly what I want when I want it can no longer win me over. This is not going to be easy and I know I am going to miss you more than anything I’ve ever given up before. But I will be better for it in the end.

So, I am writing to you with passion, begging you to stay out of my life. We’ve had fun together but it’s time I get over you. Goodbye, my love. Goodbye, chocolate.

~Christina Marie Harris

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