The break-up

Dear 2013,

I break up with you.

As with any break-up, I thought long and hard about it, but ultimately it is the right decision.  Please know that there were some good times that I treasure. The not-so-good outweigh them, though, so it is time for us both to move on. You probably are not shocked by this news, but just in case I will give you some of the reasons.

January started off with a bang and with such promise! You and I both felt good, our relationship was getting stronger—you were going to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I just knew it. Although it was cold, February came and we were so happy. Valentine’s day was perfect.

Then the end of the month came and I began to sense something that made me uneasy. By the beginning of March I was done with you. Then came April, May and June. Why did you even stay all those months? It was cruel and unusual punishment. Tormenting me. You were this close to becoming stalkerish.

Thankfully the light and heat of summer finally came in July and our future looked a bit brighter again. We had a long, long ways to go but at least we were talking again. With the end of summer and beginning of Fall in August and September we fell into an easy rhythm. Although, I admit, I was still quite bitter that you short-changed my summer. If you really knew me, you would have never done that. Sadly, you blew it come October. And November. There were a lot of good things in those months, but again you had to throw in some not- so-good things. Broken hearts (and rib).

All the cheering of Christmas made December a welcome relief. Thank you for that. Bells ringing, children singing and a most memorable sun shining beach vacation finally helped me to be done with you, 2013.

Thank you for the memories, but please don’t ever, ever come back. Memories are enough. Visits don’t have to happen. Ever.

Yours truly,

Liz

P.S. Oh, and I met a new friend! 2014. We’re perfect for each other.