To start with, I’ve mistreated you over the years. Once in a while I would take you out and strum you like you always loved. And though your strings are worn and have gone dull, I will always remember our good times together. You sound beautiful, you will always be beautiful to whoever you find, but you’re just too big for me.
To be honest, it’s your neck.
It’s always been the sticking point between us. It’s just too big. I’m sorry to say that, but it’s true. Maybe if you were thinner I would take you out more, but there is no possible way for you to slim down outside or surgery. I had to say it, it’s true and there is no way around it. But that’s not a bad thing. Some men, and women, often with bigger hands than mine, will love to strum you and will make you sing in ways that I cannot. You will find love after me, it’s out there and I will even help find someone for you. I still care.
I do still care about you, but love has faded and is not in our future.
The reason I am leaving this letter for you is because I don’t have the force of will to confront you with what I have done.
I met her on craigslist. She’s even willing to be called a him, its up to me. But that’s beside the point. We exchanged a few emails and a phone call and then I met her. She has a thinner neck. My fingers fit comfortably around her/him. I brought her back with me to live with me. I know it’s sudden. We have only known each other for a day, but it feels like kismet. I spent the entire day with her watching TV in my bed slowly forming calluses on my fingers. She also has options. I could never adorn you. You came as you are and that’s all you’ll ever be. But she, she has tone control, options, accessories, amps. She brings out the engineer in me and one day, I’ll open her up and see what is inside. You, however, are hollow inside. Some people like that, but I can take it or leave it.
She is harsh though. My fingers ache from playing with her, ache in a way that you never did. You prefer nylon while she prefers nickel. But I am accepting the pain to be with her.
I am also sorry for making you watch. You crept out of your case to see what the fuss was about and looked on as I was with someone new. I should have sheltered you, or at least moved you to the living room where all you would have known was the sound of me and her being together. That was my fault.
Its over though. Maybe.
I could see that one day, a day in the future, after she opened me up and I leaned more than I ever did with you, that I will pick you up again and strum once again. Maybe I’ll teach you some white stripes or jazz, but that’s in the future and you’ll probably have fallen in love with my girlfriend.
I sincerely hope that you won’t hold this against me. We’re just too different right now and I can’t be with you. So this is my request for an amicable divorce. But I’m not kicking you out to the dumpster, you can live with me for as long as is needed. Just don’t hold out hope for reconciliation, you’re just too fat for me.