We had a good run, didn’t we? You and me, together, every morning.
I loved your warm a.m. hugs that never left me and your subtle sweetness. I loved how you always stood by my side throughout the day, regardless of any of life’s shenanigans. I even liked how sometimes Banana would drop by our private party and kick it into high gear.
Ahhhh yes, those were the good ol’ days.
But unfortunately, ever since you made a second afternoon appearance on Valentine’s Day, I just can’t shake the feeling and the taste. You came back unwarranted and made a fool of me on public transportation. Needless to say, you left a dirty taste in my mouth. I think I’m ruined…for at least the next couple of weeks.
This is not goodbye, but just see you later, Oatmeal.
I hope we can reconcile things soon.