Dearest (Soda) Pop,
It’s you not me. We can’t see each other anymore. I’m sure I’ll
run into you at the grocery store, a friend’s fridge, and any place that has a
vending machine, but let’s just nod politely and continue on our separate ways.
You've been really supportive; like how you’re always
my alternative to alcohol or how you motivate me to not fall asleep at my desk.
But in reality I see now how toxic you are. You take all that is good out
of me and you never give anything in return. I get stressed out when you’re
around me now. My face breaks out like I’m going through puberty and I get the
shakes. Not the good kind of shakes.
Our binge days and nights were fun but I've grown out of
your cheap and quick highs. I need something that’s going to make me a better
and healthier person. That’s why I've fallen head over heels in love with
water. He makes me feel alive and focused like I never felt with you. I’m
sorry, but there’s no changing my mind about this.
I’ll miss the way the mere sight of you caused all of my
senses to be on high alert. I’ll miss the way your hold on me was better than any drug.
I’ll miss holding you in my hands, cradling you like a baby. Goodbye Dr. Pepper. Goodbye Wild Cherry
Pepsi. Goodbye Coke Zero. Goodbye Mountain Dew Code Red, I’ll miss you the
most.
But I won’t miss you enough to go back. I’m better than that
now. I deserve to treat myself better.
Healthfully Yours,
Alexa
P.S. I'm sure there will be nights that I will relapse. I apologize in advanced for using you as a drink (booty) call. I'm not always as strong as I want to be.
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