I am not going to lie. I haven't really missed you. Oh, I *know* we spent countless hours together over the past year or so. And let's face it - the time was pretty dang intimate. I mean, just hours and hours of you slaving away for nine months, five days a week, three times a day for 30 minutes a session. It was practically a freaking love affair, but I would be a liar if I said I thought about you longingly these past weeks when I haven't had to drag you to take care of business.
You don't have to tell me that the fact that you and I even still see each other from time-to-time may raise the eyebrows of some. Well, whatever. Here we are again today - albeit for just a short spell. This new-found flexibility to just go once a day sure is nice. That would have helped about nine months ago when I felt like my life revolved around you.
Oh, well. I'd do all of those hours all over again for my girl. She never had a drop of the fake stuff. And I'm really proud of that.
Catch ya later, Freestyle. You've always been faithful to me even when my feelings toward you harbored on dread.
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