When You Know You Need To Let Go

This is not going to be easy, but here goes… we’ve been seeing each other on and off for a really long time now, and even more recently due to the influence of my friends that bring me around you. I’m realizing that phrase “If you love something, let it go” might be valid… I’m not sure I can do this anymore. It’s just too hard. You look so good and I love how you smell. I used to skip class in high school just to see you. We’ve taken breaks in the past, but sometimes I’ll see you more than once in the same week. We have so many fond memories together… but it’s time to cut the cord, or at least see each other A LOT less. I hope you can understand.

You provide me with that instant gratification I crave, and I always leave feeling satisfied. I get so excited when I pull up to your spot that my mouth starts to water as I think about what is about to go down. Sometimes we even mix it up and try something new, but I know if I go for the usual, I won’t be disappointed. The truth is, you’re so bad for me. I just can’t do it to myself. I know you want to make me happy and you never try to drain my wallet, but seriously, we both know there’s better quality out there. I mean this is LOS ANGELES. My friends have mixed opinions on you too, but this is between US. Not to mention the fact that I know you’ve been spending a lot of time with a few of my acquaintances and a bunch of strangers, too. It’s suspicious. Despite the longevity of our relationship, I knew you’d never be able to commit to one person.

Every time I think I’m ready to be over you, you’re right there in my face again, presenting something new and exciting to tantalize me with. I love the way you make things so hot & spicy for me when I want it that way. You’re always flirting with me and winking at me from afar. Sometimes you leave my stomach in knots, yet I still come back for more. You don’t always treat me right and sometimes I wait longer than I should for you, as patient as I can possibly be before I can touch you with my lips.

Yesterday, I arrived, excited and ready to see you again. I thought about what I wanted out of the experience the entire way there. After all was said and done, I realized too much of a good thing can be bad. I overdid it. I told myself to slow down. I couldn’t even finish, and I felt disappointed in myself and in you, for being so damn tempting! I know there are other options out there that are better for me and still full of those qualities I love. It’s just so hard to say no to that Doritos shell. No one else is like you. TB, you’ll always have a place in my heart, but it’s time to walk away.

TL;DR: I have a love/hate relationship with Taco Bell and it’s time to step back from fast food and eat some real fucking tacos more often.