I really do love you. I think you should know that by now. I’ve spent countless hours with you, pouring into you, giving you my time, chugging mugs upon mugs of coffee so that I could stay up late to be with you.
The truth is, just when I think you’re gone, you come back again. You keep asking for one more thing from me: one more comma, one more sentence, one more marketing idea. I’ve been happy to help you, but I just can’t take it anymore. You’re like Steven in that Ben Folds song: the guy who keeps saying it’s his last night in town but keeps crashing on the sofa.
I love you, but it’s time for you to go now. It’s time for me to push you out the door and pray that you will be what I’ve tried to make you. I’ll be praying for you; really, I will. I’ll be asking God to watch out for you, and to take care of you. And I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you; hopefully hearing you say you’re becoming a Real Live Book, and you need my help again. When that time comes, I want you to know I’ll be here.
Ready? Set? Go.