Dear Sunday Riley Luna,
I remember when you came into my life and it made me happy to see you on my shelf. But then your true color started to show. I should have known.
It made me anxious you’d spread your blue all over my pillows. A little is harmless, but a lot could build up and go blue? I guess I’ll never know.
You never quite got me. Never sunk in. Actually, you straight up weighed me down. My skin was suffocating.
So we broke up. You just didn’t make me feel good. I don’t have room for that kind of negativity in my life.
But then, one evening I called you up again. I saw your name there. I guess I didn’t quite let go.
I forgot why I left you. We broke up before I could breakout. You didn’t even stay the night. I had to get up and wash you off. And with that, I just want to let you know, I’m sorry I called you up again. I made a mistake. I relapsed. But I guess I’m just gonna have to write you off as a sunk cost.