Miss Stress
Dear Ms Marlboro,
Do you remember when we first met? How I stared at you at the newsagency and asked for you to join me for lunch that day? I felt so stupid, yet excited at the time. I was young and naive; wanting to grow old, when I had yet to mature. I still feel like this at times when I'm alone with you, but I'm starting to wonder when this affair will end.
We've shared so many moments together. Those endless hours in the cafe, exchanging thoughts on music, literature and movies; the times we would head for a drive without a destination; the pool halls and clubs; the intimate moments by the porch at home. I will never forget.
But I know it's time to move on.
I'm not really sure what has prompted this feeling within me. I still love you as much as I did that first day, and all the other first's we'd experienced together. Maybe it's a cocktail of public opinion, common sense and guilt all mixed that has swayed me to rethink; but in this unhealthy battle my mind always seems to succumb to my heart.
Maybe when I do muster the courage to resist my temptation to be with you, I can act on a definite decision. But for now, I'm reduced to my own words and inaction.
Now, I'm just left waiting for the day I can wake up to the morning without thinking of you...
Ma...