It's a Dear John Letter, but you know for Knits instead

Dear Henry,

I don’t want you to think this has anything to do with you. It’s me. No, really it’s all wrapped up with me. You see, I though I could do it: Just spend time in one relationship. I thought we could both enjoy our time together and live on happily ever after (or until my sister wanted to spend time with you---I am nothing, if not a generous sister).

Then the 'accident' happened. It was such a shock, I was sure we were almost done for--but you pulled through it. We both survived, thanks in large part to some blue yarn and a large needle.

One day passes after surgery--you're resting and so am I.

Two days pass. Nothing happens.

The third day comes and goes and I start avoiding your gaze as I go to work.

By the end of the week, I walk quickly by with my bag in my hand, not looking your way.

I suspect you knew where this was going, but maybe we were both in denial. I tried not to flaunt it, but I can't deny that I found a new friend.

It's all so wonderful and new. You must admit, our relationship was getting a bit stale. I was annoyed by you, and I'm sure you felt the same way too.

I know this is hard for you. Maybe if it was a hat or gloves, this would make it easier for you. But another scarf on size 3 needles is a lot to take. I understand. I'll give you time. Maybe we can still be friends?

With lots of love,

Your Guilt Ridden Knitter.

P.S. The new scarf is a she. Does that help?

It's the Chevron Scarf from Last Minute Knitted Gifts.