Things were getting pretty sentimental.
I couldn't stop looking through all of the photos of the times we had, the places we'd been.
How long has it been, only two years? Time seems to stand still whenever we're together, and that was as often as possible.
It honestly was a case of 'it's not you, it's me.' I couldn't bring myself to utter that cliche. I know she wouldn't understand.
She seems tired now, all worn out, but I can still see exactly what I saw the first time we met.
The problem is, there is another. Actually, there is more than one. I've been trying new things.
I want a ...younger companion. A -stronger- companion with more meat on the bones. I'm searching for something that could really last and I could go the distance with.
I think I've found the one. She's not perfect, some rough edges to be sure, but that's what makes it so enticing.
I went ahead and did it. Put my money where my mouth is. I put a deposit down. I can't wait to pick her up.
Until we meet again...