The Break Up

Dear Chipotle,

First of all, let me just reassure you that the problem is me. Not you. I know that's a horrid cliche, but it really is the truth here.

We've had a lovely five years together. When we first embarked on our relationship, I couldn't even guess what an important part of my life you would become. The dates, the food, the ease of it all. Even when we moved, you were actually closer to me than ever before (more right turns, less left turns). I really began to believe that we could make things work. I even forgave you that one time when you made me totally sick. I know you didn't mean it.

But you have to understand that Cafe Rio and I split up because of distance. And not emotional distance. Real, tangible, geographical, you're-two-thousand-miles-away-from-me distance.

Cafe Rio made the first move about a month ago, easing into a Maryland location that I found hard to resist. But I put my blinders on. I was still committed to us.

But now Cafe Rio is here. In Manassas. Just one mile away from me. I don't even have to deal with Sudley Road to get to Cafe Rio. How can I say no to that? I can't. I can't, and I won't. I won't keep up the pretense any longer-- it would just be cruel to you and to my figure. Cafe Rio has always been my true love. And always will be. We got back together last night and we just couldn't be any happier.

In the meantime, thanks for all the memories. You're wonderful, you really are. You'll find the right girl for you some day, I know it.

Yours,
Alanna