Dear (insert plant name here),

Yes, I will admit, I thought you were just the thing when I first saw you. You were in a line of others, all looking the same, but you stood out. Somehow, you were different. You wanted to go home with me.

I had spent many days trying to find you. I looked through magazines, and went surfing, keeping my eye out for just the right one. Repeated visits to HG. The empty spot had remained vacant for nearly two years. I just couldn't choose.

I believe now I acted impulsively. It was Spring, you may remember. I always find myself being easily led at that time of year. Some might even say it is a weakness. I don't know, maybe something is in the air. I needed to find a solution, and there you were.

It has been three years now, and well, this just isn't working out for me. You don't seem to be growing with me. You just sit there and stare. I also think you are having late night parties with Spider Mites, and I really cannot condone this behavior any longer. Sometimes when I walk by you, I think I can hear the mites snickering at me, and, well, I don't like it. Not one bit.

So this is it. You will be leaving. I know, nearing our fourth anniversary. But you never have lived up to my expectations, and I must say goodbye. I don't want to look back 10 years from now and lament "why? why? have I held on for so long?"

I admittedly look forward to your replacement. I know this seems harsh, but I must remind you how you have dropped your end of the dream. Of course I take responsibility too. I should have read your bio with more attention. I should have thought about it more, been more discerning.

Your dismissal leaves a space ripe with opportunity. The Spider Mites will no longer have fun at your expense.

Thank you for our brief time together. Go in peace, but just go.

With gratitude,

~Erica