Dear Asthma,

I would prefer to tell you this face-to-face, but seeing as you have no face and live within my own body, I see no chance of that happening anytime soon. Therefore it is with an ache in my chest that I write this to you. I am sorry, but we are different places in life. I will always remember the times we had together. I mean, who could forget the times you've had me doubled over, coughing as my lungs attempt to dispel you from my body causing you to become caught and tangled within my throat so I can no longer take in a breath. There's also the times where you, in anger with my lungs for trying to get rid of you, wrap your arms around my chest and squeeze with all your might. Just as you've done today.

I would love to keep you here with me, but we really are in separate places in this life. I know, it sounds cliche and yet it rings true. You've changed since we first met. You now want to take the easy way in life. To sit back and watch all the good times go by with a good book in one hand and Netflix in the other. You have no longer want to push the limits and see where things will go. You were once carefree, but now all you want to do is control everything I do. I will no longer stand for it. I am still that girl you first met. That girl who never takes the easy way out, and will instead of taking the easy and expected path others follow will take the fun adventurous path. While you would rather do nothing, I have goals to exceed and places to be. I'm sorry, it's you, not me. Don't worry though, I'll find someone else. Well too be honest, I already have. His name is Skiing and I think he's the one. I'm sorry to spring this upon, but well this is goodbye.

Sincerely,
              Me.