An open letter to a food cart

Let’s be honest with ourselves, we’re both to blame in this situation. As much as we might want to believe, there is no cut and dried, black and white approach. That’s not how these kinds of affairs work. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted everything to work. I wanted us to both to be happy. But, after months of unsuccessful attempts, here we are. I think… it’s time we both just gave up and went our separate ways.

I just feel that everything was one sided, you know? I tried to make it work, I really did. Night after night, I came to you hoping that just one time, you would be there. Time after time though, you disappointed me. You were never there when I wanted and needed you. Finally, you came through, but it was just too late. I had already eaten.

The flickering neon glow of your open sign and wafting aromas of delicious food could not draw me into your embrace. Your enticing signals only succeeded in filling me with a sense of despair as I came to realize… that it was finally over. Yet, it was at that moment that I found solace in the fact that there would be others. You are not the only food cart out there in the world. Just because it never seemed to work between us doesn’t mean that I should give up hope on finding another delicious meal.

…right?

No. I have to stay strong. I’m sorry, but it’s over. You had your chance.