I’ve held on long enough. The time has come for us to part ways. You have served me well, my dear friend. It’s hard to say good-bye. It’s like giving up a slice of peach pie on summer’s night in Georgia. It’s not meant to feel like this, is it?
Over time, you have been there for me. When I’m feeling silly, I scavenged for you. When I’m feeling chilly, I searched for you. When I’m feeling cold, you were my go-to girls!
You haven’t been quite there for my any more lately. You serve one not both. Oh, I’ve held on. Waiting. Searching. Hoping. Maybe I could be silly and chilly at the same time. I notice teens doing this. I’ve heard stories that the two ‘non-pairs’ ran off to a tiny island in Greece soaking up the rays in the turquoise waters. A mismatch declared by many. A strange affair only you could have.
Today is the day. It comes to an end with such irony. Who would have thought mismatched socks and 31 days of writing would intertwine on a day like today. It’s been a pleasure!