Dear Spring Cleaning,
It’s finally Spring Break. And I know that you know that because you’ve been hanging around more and more. With every “I’ll get to that next week,” and “I’ll tackle that over Spring Break,” you’ve made it known that you are just waiting for me. Pining for me.
But here’s the thing: I’m just not that into you. I used to enjoy my weekends with you, back when cleaning my own space meant cleaning one room. I’d turn up the music and we’d talk for hours. I’m older now, and my time is more precious. Trust me, it’s not you; it’s me. I don’t like the person I am when I’m with you. I don’t like that I can’t give myself to you completely. It’s really not fair to you. Not fair to us. I just don’t think we have a future together.
So please, try to move on. There are plenty of people out there who will appreciate all that you have to offer a girl and will take you in with arms–and yellow-gloved hands–open wide. I just don’t think I’m right for you.
Please try to understand.
I’m participating in the Slice of Life Challenge over at Two Writing Teachers. Thanks to the entire team for supporting such an incredible journey. Special thanks today to peteacher1 (Crotty Kid and Emily’s Mom) and her slice “Rest in Peace” for the idea of writing a letter like this.