It's Not You -- It's Me

The day has finally come.

It didn't matter that I knew it was coming,

or that I gave myself several pep talks

in preparation for its arrival. 

And although it was never going to turn into a serious relationship

and was only ever going to be a quick ten day roll in the hay

 I fell in love with my staycation

and had hoped it would turn in to something more.

And while I know that eventually I'll move on

and maybe even meet another staycation later on,

I'm still left missing you.

Remember when we went to The Burger Lounge downtown for the first time?  

Or that delicious dessert we shared at Cafe Bleu? 

You were there for the arrival of Brandon's brand new old Jeep.

{like he really needed another toy}

 You let me stay up late reading Jane Eyre,

{which is an amazing story by the way}

watching The Good Wife,

and blogging.

You never pressured me into waking up early

or made me set my alarm. 

You took me to Einstein's Bagels almost every morning,

and let me be the couch potato I always long to be.

You sat next to me while I tried crocheting for the first time

and didn't judge me when I wanted to throw my yarn and hook across the room

{I'm sorry but those guide books are not easy to understand!}

You made wearing pajamas at 2:00 in the afternoon perfectly acceptable.

You were everything I dreamed you would be and more 

-my dearest staycation-

but you were always a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy.