This letter has been a long time in writing. When we met last spring it was a surprise to us both. At the time, I thought a brief fling would be interesting, something for the history books, you know. That is why I allowed you into my life at the time.
At the beginning it was exciting! Perhaps it was only the novelty of a new relationship. I don’t know.
However, to be honest, as time passed I began to feel doubts about you and me. You have a contagious personality, I grant you that. When you walk into a room, everybody pays attention. Especially reporters. Still, I can’t overlook the controlling attitude that you have displayed toward me over these past few months.
I have really begun to feel locked in.
Covy baby, my life isn’t what it used to be before I met you. I used to be fun and carefree, now I am stuck at home most days. Everyone says that I have changed since I met you, and not for the better. I’ve tried to tell you this many times. Yet you just carry on like you always have.
We seem to be rehashing the same issues every day. What is it going to take for you to change?
You have powerful friends, I know that. Still, what does it say about them, that they love your sickening behavior? Yes, I know, you help the rich get richer, and are the richer for it. The reporters love it when you come around. You tell a good story. Still, this seems like a very unhealthy situation for me to be in.
I can’t take this exhibitionism anymore. I’m just not that kind of person.
Which brings me to my conclusion. Sigh. After careful consideration, I think it would be best for us to go our separate ways. I know we’ve been through a lot already and we’ll always have the memories of our time together but I really feel that it is time for me to see other people. Perhaps someday we can be friends, but for now, I’d prefer it if you would keep your distance.
I just need some space.
Instead of looking at this as the end, why don’t we look at it as a new beginning?
Goodbye Covid, I wish I could say that it was nice knowing you, but it wasn’t.