Farewell friend, take care

I was fourteen when I first saw you. Our first meeting is still one that I will never forget: at the pharmacy. My mother even introduced me to you. Yes, anything but romantic, but still a hilarious story for parties.

Meanwhile, over ten years have passed. You’ve seen me grow up, switch jobs, become an adult. You were actually always there for me. The main reason to be with you? You were reliable. Something that not everyone else can say. You were relaxed to be around. Arguments? What’s that? We never had any. Actually, all the ingredients were present for a match made in heaven. And so our adventure began, you and me, baby. Honestly, we were a dream team. We laughed so much. Do you remember how many tooth brushing sessions we experienced together? I don’t anymore. A lot. Life was a party with you. Was – I’m speaking in the past tense, yes.
Because like many beautiful things in life (and how cliché it may be), everything comes to an end. After about eleven years, the cracks started to show. I couldn’t help it, but on some days, you didn’t cross my mind for a second, no matter how bad that sounds. To put it even harder: when I came home ridiculously late on a weekday evening for the umpteenth time, you were actually the very last thing on my mind. Honesty compels me to say that being together every day eventually suffocated me. I got headaches from you. And I know that the extra kilos with a new love are common, but I still blame you for those stretch marks on my hips, fucker. I can’t get over it. What was the last straw to put an end to it? You sometimes made me depressed.

No matter how intertwined our lives can be, at some point it’s time to choose yourself. I long for a life without stress, without hormones going haywire, because yes, you did that to me too.

You may be angry. Call me a slut, I’ve even looked at others who can protect me. I’m sorry. Know that you will always have a special place in my heart, but it’s time for a new chapter in my life. There are plenty of other matches for you in the future, I’m sure of that. Just you and I… We are no more.

Take care, contraceptive pill. Really.

Love,

Look