I know it’s been awhile since we last saw each other. I was so hurt by what happened a month ago. I guess that’s why I needed some space. I came to see you before leaving for my out-of-town work meeting and I asked you for my usual. I was shocked by the hurtful words that came out of your mouth. You no longer had any corndogs for me. It wasn’t just that you didn’t have them anymore. It was the way you said it. So curt. So final. I said, “Are you kidding me?” And you said nothing.
And then to hear from my friends that you are giving away corndogs in other parts of the city? How dare you, Sonic! That’s what hurt the most. I thought I was the only one.
Even though I was hurt I went to see you again. I searched for something else to say. Something else I might need from you. I told you I would take some popcorn chicken if you had no corndogs for me. I was heartbroken when you said you no longer had that either.
The tears started to well up in my eyes and a lump formed in my throat. I begged for you to just please give me some damn popcorn chicken. I told you I wouldn’t even stay. I would take it and drive away and no one would have to know what happened between us. But my pleas were only met with laughter. That’s when I started yelling. Sonic, I’m so sorry I raised my voice at you. Please understand I was upset.
I thought we had something going here. It’s not like it was a one night stand. I kept coming back to you. For years I sought you out. I followed you to different cities and felt so sad when I found out you weren’t there. But somehow I always found you again. You were just too good to stay away. You kept me satisfied in a way no other ever had.
I thought I meant something to you, Sonic. I thought that what I wanted mattered. I thought we had something special. All those secret moments we spent together between 2:00 to 4:00 p.m. Slurping down a half price Route 44 Diet Coke in my car.
But I just can’t do this anymore. I don’t feel like you’re committed to me. And to think I introduced you to my kids! I never would have done that if I had known you would change so much.
And so, Sonic, I guess it’s time we said goodbye. No more corndogs. No more popcorn chicken.
Please don’t try to lure me back into your arms with 99 cent junior banana splits. It won’t work this time. I know this is going to hurt but you’ll always be in my heart. I’ll never forget you, Sonic.
p.s. if ever you have corndogs again – call me.