Look, I think it’s time we talk…
A few months ago, I made a decision that affects your involvement in my life. It has reached a point where a lot of things are changing for the both of us. Together, we have grown a lot. For nearly four years, we have seen two continents and many states. Every time, you were there for me. Hours on end, you’d keep me comfy and cozy.
There are so many great memories. Riding the Ginza Line and drinking beer on the train. Driving back home, alone, from Kansas City for the first time, trying to forget about the night before where I fell asleep in the bathroom after a night on The Plaza with Angie. All those times you kept me company walking back and forth to the station when I was putting the air studio back together. I had no clue as to what I had gotten myself into, but when I left for the day, your sound was always there to help take that stress away. Countless, countless times of listening to you in the car. How can I forget any of that?
Now listen to me… I want you to know that it’s not you, it’s me. Times have changed. I can’t be bogged down with carrying your things around all the time. It’s just too much baggage. I can’t handle that anymore. And you skip. Ok, so it’s not just me, but I still do love you. Like I said, we’ve had great times together. It’s just time for me to move on. And yeah, I have sort of found some one new. You just have to understand, our time has come to an end.
Sure, I’ll come back and visit from time to time. Eventually, those times will become less and less. We’ll turn into a memory. Every time I think about you, I’ll smile. And yes, I will miss you, but that pain is bound to heal over time. You’ll be fine. And I’ll do my best to help you find a new home.
I’m sorry, but you’re just not like my iPod. I just can’t keep carrying around all these minidiscs for the rest of my life. I’m so sorry, but one day, you’ll understand.