Dear England,
It’s the anniversary of our breakup, and as always, I can’t help but think of you. I’m wearing my red, white, and blue shirt, and I suppose if I’d really wanted to forget you, I would have chosen other colors. But I guess, deep down, I wanted to keep the memory of what we had alive. Because we had some great things about our relationship, didn’t we? We liked the same food, the same parties – I guess I just wanted to feel more like your equal, and you just couldn’t see that.
We should have seen it coming. All the signs were there. The angry letters, the fights. I don’t know, maybe long distance relationships are impossible. Maybe our relationship was doomed from the moment I boarded that boat.
I haven’t dated since, you know. I know it might look like I have a sugar daddy thing going with that one guy, but really, it was just a loan. I’m paying him back. (Don’t laugh – I’m serious!) And your ex, Canada, and I are seen together a lot, I know, but we’re just friends.
In the past, I’d celebrate July fourth by thanking God I was free of you. Independent. But it’s funny how time changes things. Now when we see each other at the Olympics or something, it’s you I root for if I’m not in the competition. And you know if anyone ever picks on you, I’ve got your back. Don’t get me wrong, I want to stay single. I’ve never been happier. But I want you to know that I’ve come to a place where I sincerely want the best for you, and I hold a special place for you in my heart.
Your friend,
America
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