Come now; you know it had to happen sooner or later.  Sure we had fun together, but that’s just it.  It was just fun.  There wasn’t a chance in hell this could ever really go long term.  You’re too high maintenance and I simply don’t make enough money.
Toronto. We’re breaking up.
Of course there’s someone else.  Don’t be stupid.  I’ll be honest and say she’s not as much fun, that Cambridge.  Sometimes, though, you need more than just fun.  You need a solid commitment and stability.  I can go for a drive there and not have to wonder if I’ll be guilted into coughing up my coffee change to some vagabond with a squeegee.  Planning a route to simply avoid making near impossible left hand turns will also be a thing of the past.  It’ll also be nice to feel that just little bit more safe walking the streets at night.  Passing by the government assisted housing in the evening after going out for a nice dinner with the wife always unnerved me a little.  I can’t lie.
Certainly there’ll be things that I miss about you, Toronto.  That’s why we can still at least be friends.  I do enjoy your meals, both delicious and affordable.  Being pretty much walking distance to everything I needed was also a perk.  I guess that’s really what’s kept me around this long—those little perks.  But perks isn’t enough in a relationship.  You need comfort, and I don’t think I ever got comfortable.

So that’s about it Toronto.  We’ll have dinner tomorrow for old times sake, and then it’s done.  Don’t cry.  We’ll see each other again.  Only next time, it’ll only be a for a quicky, and then I’ll leave you again.