I ended it today. Called it quits. Finissimo. Finished. Done deal. Ain’t happenin’.
Oh, it was steamy, exciting for a time and comfortable. But now, like most love affairs, it has become stale and boring. The excitement is gone. One of us just seemed to not care anymore. One of us just gave up trying and has consistently become down-right-rude. Oh, I know that you aren’t ALL like this. There are some good ones still out there. But, you have ruined me for all of the others. I’ll never be able to love again.
It wasn’t really just one thing. And it wasn’t me. It was you. Your moodiness just became too much. Some days when I would see you, you were loving and welcoming and anxious to please. But more and more frequently, you have become rude and abrupt and today, well…today was the final straw. Standing around waiting for you for 10 minutes and then to have you just IGNORE me and instead reach out and talk to the person behind me. Well, it was just more than I could take. And so, I’m ending it.
My love affair with Starbucks is officially over.