It is with hearts full of sadness that we have decided to separate. We have been together for well over two decades now, pretty much always together, sporadically separated, knowing the joy that has been possible between us. And I have come to the conclusion that while we love each other very much, we will remain separate. At least for the time being.
You’ve accompanied me on many a journey. I’ve reunited with you on the sidewalks of New York, on that bench just off of 74th & Amsterdam, on walks through the park through myriad seasons. There were chance meetings – always a joyous occasion – we have Anthony, Jacque, and Christina Tosi to thank for that. We’ve traveled the world together, finding each other again and again in such countries as Spain, France, and Japan. And each time you evolved. It’s like I didn’t know you, only to understand the depths of your complexities that much more.
From highs to lows, I’ve seen you baked out of your mind. Burnt. Raw. Fried, even. And each time, I accepted you. I embraced you. Because that’s what one who truly loves another does.
We are, however, and always will be friends, and in many ways we are closer than we have ever been. We were destined first and foremost for the love of a lifetime, and we ask for our privacy to be respected at this difficult time. I can’t say that we have always conducted our relationship privately, but we hope that as we consciously uncouple, we will be able to continue, together, yet separate.
I love you. But I just can no longer eat you.
(At least not two times a day.)