Re: Love Letter 2014
I’m breaking up with you. Last year, you sprinkled jelly beans on my hunger for knowledge. You misunderstood my ambition for desperation. You treated my kindness as if I was your barber. After I worked to your perfection, neat and exact, you tipped me with a nickname.
“I would not have done it with you, my popa-shay-la-di—ra-ma-mi-sha…” I cut you off.
“I’m breaking up with you. Let’s make this break up amicable and mature. Voices in my bosom warned me about you. I ignored them because you promised we would save the world together. And then I heard Les brown. He said I need to detoxify my life. I’m sure you understand. I’m hungry. I’m unstoppable. You’re in my way. And my name is not popa-shay-la-di—ra-ma-mi-sha.
It’s Confidence. Thank you for leaving me. Respectfully.
This time I expect to win. In 2014.