I miss you.
I've tried to put you out of my mind since moving to Manhattan, but can not. After a relationship of over a decade, we were already in too deep. I was silly to think I could toss you aside like an old shoe and never think of you again.
I thought I wouldn't miss you, but I've come to see that my life is more difficult without you. My heart is heavy thinking about what you did for me during holidays. Not just Christmas, but Valentines, Easter, Thanksgiving...the list goes on and on. No one lays out aisles of needless holiday decor like you do. Only you can make a modern-day sophisticated woman think she needs a strand of blinking lights to match every holiday.
I've also heard you're carrying Liberty of London now. I've seen the commercials. I am positive I am missing out on something that would have changed my life.
And the dollar bins. O.How.I.Miss.The.Dollar.Bins. It was like digging for treasures. Sure, I didn't need anything in them, but you still filled a void I was sure I had at the time. Even my 6 year old understood the draw of the dollar bins. Of course they were conveniently placed near the entrance and were varying heights so kids her size could reach in. But I'm sure you did it that way for us, not so you could increase sales. You are self-less.
I miss just stopping by to see how you were doing. You were always available for the big events, but were just as available for those spare 10 minutes I often had on the way to pick up kids from school. You were always ready to accept me with open arms no matter how much time I had for you.
I just wanted you to know how I felt. Like I've lost a friend. You are missed.
Lonely in Manhattan