A love letter. From your bestie. About her broken heart.
To my most significant other, Aleta…
We have been together for over 4 years at this point… and boy have we been through a lot.
We ran your first half marathon together,
We ate (and finished) a 32oz steak dinner + sides advertised for 4 people together,
We even climbed a mountain together.
During our best friendship, there have been many more ups than downs. But this morning was probably the downest of the downs.
I know… I’m shocked too.
You verbaled. You verbaled hard. I watched you set not one, but TWO alarms last night in preparation. You said you would be there.
But alas, 6:29 came. Maybe you were running a little late. Maybe you were on the other side of the crowd. It didn’t even cross my mind you might not come. We just celebrated your 1 year NPversary. We just went to your first summit.
Maybe you got lost on your way over trying to catch em all.
One time you woke up and biked all the way to a workout, only to discover it was in fact 3:30am. You’ve been 3 HOURS early to a workout before. Not this morning. Not today. I guess you weren’t that excited to see us anymore.
You used to be SO excited.
We aren’t mad, just disappointed.
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