Don't leave me this way

I am writing this so that you will know how my heart feels.   I had never been with anyone like you before.  You came into my life in January 2005 like a breath of fresh air.  You were so avant-garde.  So cool.  You had the ability to make me feel like I could do anything.  You would go with me anywhere.  We would spend hours together, just doing whatever.  Whatever I liked, you liked too.  Whatever I wanted to do, you did it with me.   I shared my music with you, and you loved all of it.  Even the weird stuff, and you never said it was weird.  You introduced me to music I hadn't ever heard before, some I liked.  Some, not at all.  But we didn't care.  We'd shop together.  We would check out restaurants together.  We would even sit around and check out the weather, or the news, or the latest sports.  You kept the pictures I gave you.  I gave you a lot of pictures.  We had some incredibly fun times.   I like to remember them sometimes.

Like the time we went to Boston and New York together.  We rode the train from Boston and you got a nasty shock, I thought you were dead, but you weren't.  I was soooo glad you weren't dead.    And what about the time we went to Jackson Hole, we tried to play games all night, but you weren't feeling well.  I didn't mind.  It seemed like anywhere we went you came along, didn't complain.  Even though sometimes I think you were hurt, you didn't say anything.  I tried to protect you, but sometimes, you know, it's hard to do.  I think the scariest time was when you tried to end things.  I remember that you had a pretty bad fall and you were really hurt.  I got so mad.  I tried to get my pictures and my music, but you wouldn't give them back.  Then I had to do some really crazy things to get you to give them back.  Like sticking you in the freezer.  The more times I put you in the freezer, the more willing you were to give me back my stuff.  I think that is when I started not to trust you as much anymore.  I was sad about that.  I think you were sad too, because that is when we started drifting apart.  I need to be honest with you, I think that is when I started seeing someone else.  Sometimes being apart is a good thing, but I began to trust my new friend a lot more.  Things just came easy between us, we liked to do the same things together, and you know what?  My new friend could be trusted.  If I wanted my music or pictures, my new friend would ALWAYS give them back.  My new friend had like this kind of 'back-up' plan or something.  We got along so well.  It was kind of like you and I a long time ago.  No worries.  Just being together.  You can understand, can't you?  But you were still there.  We still spent time together, you and I.  We would watch movies while we folded clothes.  We would still just sit around and check out the news.  So many times, something would happen.  Something big and I would think, "This is it, it's over."  But you would come back every time.  You were such a good friend.  But I knew things couldn't be the same.  And then, just the other day, it ended.  I still can't believe you didn't come back.  After all that we had been through, the falls, the misunderstandings, the fights, the times when I told you I just couldn't take it anymore.  You went away.  You ended it.  And why?  All over a spilled cup of hot chocolate.