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Dear Commonwealth

My Sweet Virginia,

I hoped this day would never come, but I have decided to leave you. Sure, we had our kicks back in the day. Though it was eight years ago, it seems like only yesterday that we met. You were just coming out of a bad relationship with an uptight, car-tax obsessed jerk, and I was looking for a new place to call home. You enthusiastically embraced me, and together we made a new life together. It seemed as though we would be together forever.

At the beginning, it was like living a dream. The horizons seemed limitless and we made some real strides. The road was not always smooth — it had its ups and downs — but overall I think you saw the value in our relationship and your old wounds finally began to heal.

Then, after four blissful years, things changed. I didn’t notice at first, but things were not as they were when we first met. The bloom was off the rose, so to speak. You seemed aloof, distracted and disorganized. You seemed intent on looking elsewhere, your eyes on bigger and brighter things.

For one night, however, things were back to normal. One year ago, we had the best time in years, making history together in a way that nobody thought possible. It’s a memory I’ll forever treasure. But, in a fleeting moment, the magic was gone … this time for good.

Sure, we tried to rekindle our relationship, even consulted some high-priced help a few months ago, but you’ve decided to head in a different direction and, while I think it’s a terrible mistake that you’ll soon regret, I respect that we do not share the same path anymore.

So, best of everything to you, Virginia. I’ll never forget eight beautiful years. And who knows, four years from now, maybe we’ll meet again.

Affectionately,

Reason & Logic