At week 23, Physical Con’t. / Dear Bellybutton.

Dear Bellybutton,

Please don’t break up with me.

You just don’t seem like yourself.

While, yes, we still spend plenty of time together, I can tell that you’re less committed to this relationship than you used to be.  You’re changing; I’m changing.  We’re growing apart.

I’m sorry for not acknowledging you more, for taking your presence in my life for granted, for forgetting to praise you when really, well… really I love you just the way you are.  There’s no other bellybutton in the world for me than you.

It seems apparent that with Bennett around, you now feel neglected and are resorting to negative attention because I haven’t been giving you enough positive attention.  You’ve got this rebel look in your eye like you want to try new adventures, new looks, new landscapes.  You probably think that I didn’t notice, Bellybutton.  But I know you too well.  You might have everyone else fooled, but you’ll never fool me.

If you have to go, I hate it… but I understand.  Spread your wings if you must.  Just know that I’ll always be here waiting for your return, waiting for the bellybutton I once knew as a young girl.  When you go, know that I’ll miss you terribly and that I’m sorry I didn’t express my pride in you often enough.  You will always have a home here.

Holy XOXO’s,

Suzy**