When you said you would take care of me, and let me expand my so terribly limited horizons, when you promised me the room to bloom and live out loud, you had me. I was willing to overlook my new duties of cleaning your house, and cooking for you. I figured it was a tiny compromise, after all, what better opportunity to become a classical pianist. But those dreams of playing piano in the moonlight faded. My hopes of being the next great composer was bizarrely derailed. I had no idea that when you said, "Step into my shoes", you meant it quite literally. I had no intention whatsoever of becoming the other woman in our relationship; it was the first time such an idea was ever proposed. For this I thank you but sadly, I must move on. Sometimes things just change, people change, we move on for various reasons that sometimes aren't really with explaining. They are better just left as is.
On another note, I'm starting a new job next week as a nude model. Not the anorexic type, but rather the full figured type. They even offered to pay for my new boobs!
Hugs and sloppy kisses,