It’s not you, it’s me. Well, actually, it’s kind of you. The thrill I once felt trying to make things work with you is gone. Our relationship now feels forced and unnatural. We’ve gotten in a rut. Admit it, you feel it too. It’s time to move on. It may not be goodbye forever, but it is goodbye for now.
I need to play the field and see what else is out there. I know you know about my date with Pure Barre. It was a wild time, but it’s not why I’m leaving you.
No, in fact, it’s a former flame that has caught my eye.
Things between yoga and I are hot and sweaty.
It feels new again. It feels exciting.
I’m so sorry running; our separation is painful for me. Wait, no, that’s just my arms, back and legs from my date with Charlotte Family Yoga.
I’m so sorry, but yoga understands me right now better than you do. It challenges me in the best way possible and inspires me to work harder. Also, yoga loves my family.
And my family loves yoga. A lot.
I hope you don’t mind if I still hang out with your sister. Walking and I have always gotten along so well.
If we are meant to be, we will come back together. But, for now, I’ve committed to yoga. We have at least 20 more dates on the books.
And don’t you dare go calling her cheap, though I’m not complaining that each date is only $9. Yoga is worth that to me.
So go ahead and be bitter if you must. You can giggle at the way we talk to each other (ooommmmmmmmm) or point and laugh at the way I look after yoga and I hang out…
but it won’t bring me back to you. At least not right now.
We need a break.