Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Dear Paris, With Love
By the time you read this, I will already be on an airplane. I hate to leave this way, but I have no other choice. I can't stay with you any longer. I am sad- this is for certain- but, I have learned so much from you during our year-long relationship. You have taught me so much about food, culture, history, and romance. I am not the same person that I was before I met you. You are beautiful, Paris. It's not because I am not attracted to you. I just don't think my needs can be fully met in the ways that I desire. I like to feel competent and knowledgeable and, with you, I experience a frequent feeling of inadequacy. Frankly, you and I don't seem to speak the same language. It's not you, Paris. It's me. And, it's just that, well, there's somebody else. Somebody from my past. Actually, from my childhood, and I believe that is where I belong, and, where I must return to. Please know that you have touched my life in ways that I will always appreciate and never forget. You're wonderful, Paris. I know that you will make someone else very happy. Au revoir.
With love and gratitude,
Mama, Wife, and Student of Life