Open Letter

 

My Dearest Fiona,

 

How I miss thee!!! We have shared some great times over the past 15 years, and you have given me so much joy and pleasure. I mean you truly get me. You have always been able to almost instinctively able to know how much stress I have and even when my heart is beating extra hard during physical activity. You also seem to know when I have had a great night’s sleep and when it’s going to be a bright sunshine day.  Like a true partner you alert me to emails and texts seconds before I am even aware of them. As if we were one bonded together.

 

You were with me through the victorious days and not so triumphant ones. When I was a serious runner, you were there on the many days that I almost shit myself but managed to avoid the popular “brown mile”. The Lord knows there were some turtle poking moments. You were there on that glorious day that I finally broke the elusive 4-hour marathon mark in New York. You were there when I felt strong and when I was at my weakest.

 

This all changed early this year, when my mind began to play tricks on me. Like an obsessed lover I began to smother you by checking on you constantly and not giving you room to breathe. It was truly hurting our relationship and although torn I knew the right thing to do. I must set you free. Hoping one day we can be reunited.

 

I am still hoping this day will come. I still see you occasionally hanging out in the spot where we last departed each other. I know there is no one else that has taken my place and believe you too long to be one with me again. My dearest Fiona, if you only knew how much I want this reunion to take place. I only hope you feel the same.

 

My arm where you once rested is now tan and no longer feels the vibrations you once caused. I feel that I’m beginning to be in a better place and almost ready to give it another go if you are willing. Let me know if you feel the same. This time I will not obsess about what you provide me with. I try to keep it professional like you have and only provide a charge when you truly need it.

 

With Love,

 

JB

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