Where did we meet? All those years ago. I cannot remember. It was probably in a crowded room. I imagine our eyes met as we both reached for the last cocktail sausage. That’s all it would have taken. I would have sworn to be yours forever; for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. The times I stood by your side while all around would mock you. I defended you with every inch of myself and you protected me, protected all in your flock. There was no room for anything else, what else did I need, we lived in a delicate balance. But was this enough? Have I been your loyal and faithful companion? Have you been mine? And this is why I’m writing. I don’t think I know you any more. There was a time when every contour of your being was familiar to me. When I would ramble idly on your tranquil slopes, taking refuge in your cause but now there is a baroness where once you flourished. Your supple boughs that shivered in gentle breezes are stern and rigid.
You were mine because I chose you, and for you that was enough. Now you are gluttonous. Now you are no longer satisfied with just being mine and instead display the scalps of your conquests for all to see. Now you demand my allegiance; hold me to ransom. Judging my self-worth by the heady heights of your success. You give nothing and take all.
Are you wincing under that ferocious exterior? Will you be sad to see me go? Am I being too cruel? Are you merely a product of our unbounded ambition? Is it I who has created the monster that stands before me now? Are you the fractured mirror through which I see the world, a cowering child fought over by warring parents. You are all, and yet nothing. Your duplicity makes me uncomfortable; I can no longer look you in the eye and recognise the landscape you are cultivating. I know the grass may not be greener, maybe we will be forced to do battle for those pastures new, but I will once again know what I am fighting for, and understand the weight of my own sacrifices.
And so, dear friend, this is goodbye.
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