Dear Chanel #5,
Thank you for being my best friend for so many years. You were with me for first dates, hot nights, job interviews, ice-skating in central park, sunning myself on warm beaches, and sustaining me on hideous international flights when I couldn’t escape the smoking section of the plane. Boy howdy, you sure helped me with that, crushing your sweet molecules into the Chanel or Hermes scarf I’d hold up to my face.
You embraced me with your feminine grace during heart-crushing breakups, you put a confident spring in my high-heeled step during blossoming romances, and you sat with a cup of tea with me to think it all over.
You’ve been my dear & admired friend since I was a young teenager, and even now, as a mom with five children, you’re there for me.
But we don’t need each other like we once did, do we? I’m seeking out new horizons, and we both know that you’re perfect just the way you are. I’ll never stop loving and respecting you, and you’re self-confident enough to know that some day I’ll be back. You don’t hold a grudge because you’re always a cool girl in the inner circle of the in-crowd.
I love you, Chanel #5. Don’t ever lose touch, ok?