You know, the first time we broke up, you broke up with me, and I was saddened, frustrated, and determined to win you back. and I did. we share so many good years together, staying in, going out, and that one time in florida, that was awesome. who knew pittsburgh could be so fun? And learning how to swing, to share, swap, and switch, to try, and experiment. learn and struggle. Bringing the beach to chicago, from Italy, thanks to an introduction from a friend, but we've done a lot. we did a lot. my brother introduced us, after flirting with you himself, but that relationship burned quick and bright, too quickly and much too bright, as that flame was extinguished, maybe before it's time, but I picked up where he left off. I carried you through the lean times, when we never left the section, when the others left, and I had to pick up the slack. When we started sharing with girls. That was awesome. Even the casual stuff over the summers, i embraced it, enjoyed it, lived for it. And then you took it away, and I was left with nothing. And I don't remember what happened in those lost months, but I came back, and you were waiting, and it was like nothing ever changed. we found a group, of like minded and similarly aged people, and we journeyed, we partied, good times. and then we found girls again, in pittsburgh of all places, and we had to do it with girls from then on out. So much time and money, so much effort. Working on myself, to change myself, to make myself better for you. Trying so hard to make things work, to make us everything we should be, and finally getting there, kind of, enjoying the sun in florida, the honeymoon, and then it was over. enough already. too much work. too much energy, I wasn't getting enough out of you. I was putting too much in. We tried taking it slower, easing back, maybe just casual stuff, hanging out, not so serious, but we both know that wouldn't work either. So we said our goodbyes. Of course there's the occasional fling, the falling back habits, but that last time, in Italy, that was the last. No more. It's over. I know you've moved on. I read about it on websites. Good for you. I've moved on too. But it's still odd to hear about you. Goodbye, ultimate, goodbye. I'll always love you, and hope to see you on TV someday. You'll make it. I believe in you.