This is really hard for me to say.
I think I have to break up with you.
We have been together for most of my life now, ever since we were both fairly young, and I know I've stuck by you through it all, the rough times and the prosperous times.
I know you think I only noticed you at the height of your popularity in the mid 80's, but the only reason for that was because I was a fetus before that. You understand.
But those early stages of our relationship were so full of excitement and wonderful emotions; reminiscing on those days makes me happier than just about anything else.
Then came the ups and downs of the 90's, but it was OK because our relationship was still young and we didn't really have any expectations of where we were going. I know it got pretty serious there for a while, and we both decided we should back off a little because neither of us really knew what we were doing.
I gave you your space in the 2000's and you promised you'd come back to me.
I feel like it all started a couple years ago when you wanted to go to Europe . I just couldn't go with you at the time with all my obligations, but you went anyway. While I was worried and nervous for what it would do to our future, I was really happy for you. You went and you flourished just as I knew you would.
When you came back, I felt like things were different. I had some of those great magical feelings just like from before, but it just wasn't the same. And then we went through a rocky patch for the next couple of years. Although they weren't completely unfounded or unexpected, the time left a scar. And I know you experimented with some of your youth there ; it may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but it also may have hurt things in the long run.
Then last year, for your annual trip to Las Vegas (which has always been a sore spot with me because I never know what...
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