Oh Jeno, what's become of us?
When we first met I couldn't get enough, I think you felt the same. And although we hadn't seen each other in a while, my expectations were high, remembering the good times. I guess times change. You're just not who you use to be. We could blame it on the economy, mad cow perhaps, but I think we both know deep down that you've found another. I just wrote this note to let know I notice the difference and I hope that whomever you're saving your cheese for appreciates it as much as I did. I'll probably still visit now and then, but only because you're all I can afford.