Farewell Cali

My love letter to the state of California.

Cali…Even though I have only known you for five weeks, I have never felt this way…at all.

I was hesitant about being with you. The very aura of you — gave anyone a lagging force…like you made me feel like I was behind you.

Eventually, all those feelings started to sway away, and I was evermore being hooked on you.

Everything that you presented, Cali…It was intoxicating.

Cali gave so much to anyone that was in her proximity. She gave a genuinely blissful breeze around her. Or she could be extremely dangerous…like she is a force of nature.

She is the greatest thing to happen to me. I feel so blessed to have Cali in my life though there were issues.

Cali had too much to give, especially to someone like me from a small town, but Cali… was from the land of dreams.

Everything about Cali was expensive. She never understood the value of money as someone like me. But…Cali has a way to make you spend, and trust me, she isn’t cheap. Cali loves to do things the right way.

Then I started to feel like I was trapped in her grasp and that I couldn’t escape from her…she made me feel so great, but any moment I wasn’t near, I felt horrible, and that was the fracking red flag.

Cali was only good for me for a limited time because no man can genuinely survive her hold on you. You’ll become what she wanted you to be, so I woke up and left.

I did talk to her in person and told her how she wasn’t suitable for me. I was shocked at her response. Cali kissed me, and I felt the many elements from her soul reaching mine and how much I wanted to ignore my proclamation from earlier.

I pushed her away, and all she gave me was a blissful smile and said, “I love you, and I can’t wait to see you again.”

Cali walked away from me, and all I could say was, Yeah. I can’t wait.

I was dumbfounded. I still love her, and I said my farewell to Cali, but I still have a feeling that we will see each other again.

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