Dear World,
It was fun while it lasted (but not really.) I mean, yeah, it was great and all…or so it seemed, what we had going on: your flashy ways, your advanced pursuits and "higher callings," the luxuries you offered me, you always let the good times roll. Well, it's time to let you keep rolling and I'm letting go.
I'm sure we could have had it all, as the song goes–but that was a lie. It was never really love and the truth is it could never really work out between us. Really, it's not you, World. It's me.
I was meant for so much more. I mean, really. So. Much. More. I guess you thought I was cute and so attractive in my youthful ways, but I'm getting old. It's inevitable. I'm growing up and my days are numbered. I'm getting old and so are you–but that's about all we have in common, and I've got a different destination when it's all said and done.
Just so you know, I'm not banking on Social Security and honestly, my SSN is right where it belongs–at the IRS. But let me break it down, I don't belong. Not here. Not with you, World. My security is not some number and it certainly isn't with you.
Where I belong is the place where my name is written and kept in the Lamb's Book of Life. I'm sure you can guess by now, that I'm moving on because…
I'm done just being a dreamer, I've become a believer.
You can probably guess what I'll say next, World.
I've found someone new. (Technically, He found me and I'm quite the catch–according to Him. And I believe it.)Yep. He's pretty awesome! Actually, He's PERFECT. I really love Him. F'reals. Like with all my heart. He loves me, and I love Him. I am His and He is mine. We're crazy about eachother and I just want to let the whole world know. So now you know.
Our connection is so deep. The chemistry is amazing. It's TOTALLY meant to be. I know He's the One. And we're going to be together…forever.
So, this is going to be awkward for you but you can please just keep everything. I don't want anything from you anymore. Keep the keys. The diamonds. Our joint account. That's cool.
By the way, don't call me. Don't even try. I forgot to mention, He's really jealous for me. (That's so hot. I love it.) Well, my train is here. Time to go. I can't keep Him waiting.
Heavenbound,
Imelda
