1/21/14

I am breaking up with you.  I feel as if you have another interest on your mind.  There are small hints, like when we all go out to dinner or drinks together you seem to look at her face more than mine.  Or those times when I’m in the middle of a story and she speaks up and tells you a funny joke or shows you a witty photograph or tells you that you and her should go someplace else.  All those mornings we’re having coffee together and she can’t stop talking to you.  Or those nights when she just appears in your bedroom and informs me that she has something to tell you that’s more important.  Of course there are the mornings that I wake up and see that you’re awake but have decided to snuggle with her instead.  Instead of rolling over and holding me you choose to hold and gawk at her.  Who the hell let her in here anyway?!  Those moments when we’re working and instead of conversing with me or helping me you choose to talk with her.  Endlessly.  Those nights when I’m having a cigarette to decompress from work and you appear beside me.  With her.  The stars are beautiful tonight…don’t you…think?  Uhmmmm.  Hello?  Oh.  Yea.  I see you’re preoccupied because she’s so gosh darn interesting.  Those times in the car when we could be singing our hearts out, but I feel the need to turn the radio down because you are having interactions with her.  So yea, small hints.  Like she’s always around and you can’t seem to get enough of her.  So this is good-bye.  I’m breaking up with you(r) (phone).