|Jeans, shoes, and stomach pictured|
are meant to represent,
not actually portray the author's
It may sound cliche, but it isn't you, it's me. I'm just not comfortable with you any more.
For awhile now I've felt us growing apart. When I couldn't stand to be near you for even 5 minutes, well, it was time for a change.
Although I put you out of my sight, I worked hard to find a safe place for you. You are with others who are like-minded.... you deserve to be together since you all laughed in the face (butt and belly, actually) of my changing figure.
I've moved on... onward and outward. I know this hurts, but it had to be done. I've found some jeans that are more accommodating. They are giving and I need that right now. I feel at ease with their capacity to change and grow. That was missing in our relationship. We were busting at the seams. You felt the strain too I know. t is such a relief not to be confined to your unforgiving, structured ways.
I look forward to see you again. This season too shall pass, yet more changes are in my future. My hope is that I will say goodbye to stretchy, hello to you again. It will be a struggle. And there will be interim pants that come between us. I promise to try to get to a place where you and I can be happy together again.
My memories of you are so fond. Cling (because you do that best) to that while I'm gone.