Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Dear John...

These will be the hardest words I've ever had to write. Because I'm leaving you even as I can't imagine a day without you. Every step, every goal, every've walked right by my side, hand in hand. We've been friends, partners. You've comforted me when I've failed and have been the one to pat me on the back when I've succeeded in spite of insurmountable odds.

We're closer than close, you and I.

We're intimate.

But, the truth is I can't afford you any longer. You're the worst narcotic. My drug of choice. I've told myself time and time again that I'm going to give you up...and yet, I find myself drawn to you, picking you back up like a ratty knapsack even as I despair over our relationship. We've been together for so long that I can't see a you without me and a me without you--I don't know what I look like without you. But, I have to find out. See, I can't grow with you. I can't become the person I was meant to be, to accomplish the things I've dreamed of with you by my side.

You're the enemy of my destiny.

So, I'm leaving. Cutting you off. Cold turkey. I'm sure we'll have chance meetings--maybe even a relapse--but from every brush with you, I'll come away stronger and more determined to see what I can be without you.

Good bye, my friend, my Procrastination.


Karen Beeching said...

Well done. That's definitely one relationship worth quitting.


JoAnn said...

Okay, Naima. I fell for it. Feel free to yell "Suck-er" at the top of your lungs. My first reaction was "What? No! Naima, you can't leave us! No! No! No!"

I'm glad to know it wasn't us.


(And whatever you do, don't send Mr. Procrastination over this way! My own Mr. P is dealing me fits! He doesn't need any reinforcements!)

Diane Richmond said...

That John sure gets around. He and I had a fling this summer too.