Saying Goodbye to Your Soulmate.
We were made for each other — some say the perfect pair.
I loved you from the start, of course, but as our relationship grew I knew — everyone could see- that you were the one. Together, we were flawless. When we walked into a room, heads turned. The women wanted to be us — the men, well; you could tell what they were thinking…
There was something magnetic and tangibly powerful (and dare I say sexy) put forth when you put the two of us together.
For years we travelled the world and discovered many of life’s mysteries; each event just a little sweeter because you were a part of it. Even in the little things — the everyday things, you had my back. I could depend on you, count on you. You took me to places I never thought I’d go — you opened doors for me I never thought I’d enter. My life certainly would not have been the same without you. And for this, I will always be grateful.
We had our moments, of course — nothing is perfect. On occasion, my mind would wander and I would think about others, wondering if the grass might be greener. Once, on a business trip, I even cheated on you a little. And for that, I am very sorry. I wish I had known then that you wouldn’t be in my life forever, for my choices might have been different. But, even then, you know I never stopped thinking about you. I always came back knowing that no matter what — you were the one thing I could count on.
But relationships are hard — life can get complicated and a few months ago, I began to notice a change in us. I can better describe it as a change in you. Yes, I can say for certain, it’s not me, it’s definitely you.
We’ve tried everything, and sought advice from the experts in town. Even the professionals say there is not much they can do to salvage what once was. And what used to make me feel like a million bucks is now coming across more like I’m shopping from the bargain bin at Goodwill.
I’m heartbroken — devastated.
For it is hard to say goodbye to your favorite pair of shoes…
I know I will never find another love like you.
There are other versions of you of course, different colors, etc. (I have all of those) — but it’s not the same. Nothing else fits me quite like you did. Nothing else is so perfect in almost every situation.
My Coach says they aren’t even making your kind anymore. There might be one or two of you somewhere out there, but finding you- and replacing what we had together will be like discovering a needle in a haystack. My Coach says I should probably just give up and settle for something else.
My Coach can go to hell.
What does she know about you and me and what we had together? How can she be so insensitive?
In the end, I will persevere — I know eventually, I will carry on in another’s 5-inch stiletto. But for now, I will grieve…
(Here’s another bit of Sara humor for ya’ this weekend. And a reminder, not to take yourself too seriously. Enjoy;-)
Originally published at www.sarastansberry.com.