Can We Still Be Friends?

It seemed perfect at first. He was consistent and stable. I always knew what to expect. He knew what I wanted before I even asked. Sure, I gave more than I thought I would have to, but that's to be expected in this kind of relationship, right? I didn't even really notice how wafer-thin and dull he really was. He knew I would always be there.

But then I met someone new. He was a little spicy. He was sweet. He offered variety and loved kids. He didn't ask of me more than I could give. My heart was torn. I wasn't actually committed, right? There was no written agreement. No, it was all unspoken.

I need a change. It's true. I think I'm leaving Cecil Whitakers for Pizza Street. I feel a little guilty. I don't think he even knows I'm out the door. But Pizza Street is much cheaper and I don't have to eat cheese pizza every time OR pay extra for my salad. They have fresh, hot cinnamon rolls on the buffet. They ask if we have any special requests for the buffet when we walk in. The kids even get free ice cream. Sorry, Cecil. You deserve someone who wants exactly what you have to offer. Do you think we could still be friends? Maybe I could visit on an occasional Tuesday? It's not you. It's me...really.