>> Tuesday, 3 March 2015
Sometimes, I catch glimpses of you across a crowded room, always looking cool, sleek, and refreshing. For over half of my life you were an integral part of my routine; I couldn't imagine twenty four hours passing without your featuring in it at some point.
Sure, there were days that I had to make do without you, but it was never by choice. Sometimes, other people who didn't understand how important you were to me just didn't want you around, so I was forced to do without you. I couldn't bring you everywhere with me; that would have been rude and crazy, so from time to time I was forced to replace you with others. I knew though that they were just pale imitations; they never lived up to what we had together. They never quite delivered the same hit that you did, that same rush.
I'm a clean-living girl. I don't drink (much) (anymore) (only at weekends), never smoked, was never interested in drugs. I eat healthy food, and not to excess. Sure, I could exercise more, but other than that I'm boringly 'good'. So it always came as something of a surprise to others when I confessed that I couldn't do without you. I used to laugh it off; "I'm allowed to have some kind of pick-me-up, surely?" but the fact that you were such a habit used to bother me, I admit. Not enough to do anything about it, not really, but the concern was still there at the back of my mind.
My relationship with you was toxic. Just a little bit, mind. But still toxic.
And then recently I caught the flu, and suddenly you didn't seem so appealing. In fact, I found even the thought of you uncomfortable. The next time our paths crossed I stood looking at you, temptingly decked out in red and silver, and I realised; I didn't need you now. Why not try life without you for a while? I didn't imagine I would manage it for long; in similar situations in the past the craving has always crept back in the end; a few days or a couple of weeks were the longest I could do without you.
But it's been 10 weeks since I last reached in your direction.
So whilst we had good times for over 20 years, now? I really think I might be over you.
Goodbye, Diet Coke.