Dear ABQ PD

Dear Albuquerque Police Department

Hello, I regret that you must find out like this but I believe there is no other way. We can no longer be together. Its just to hard. Please don't take this the wrong way. Certainly I did somethings wrong. While I didn't explicitly know that you didn't like it when I talked on my phone while driving the speed limit. I should have. And I could make excuses, like how I wasn't thinking clearly with the sound of rushing wind from the cars driving 90+ mph in the lane next to me, I won't. I didn't hold up my end of the bargain. However, I think your behaviour has been strange lately. Something is wrong. Like the other day when I caught your eye at the traffic light. The intimidating scowl you gave me just wasn't the same. Oh sure, you tried to make it up by stopping short at the next traffic light so you could see and probably run my license plate but the FEELING isn't there any more. And tonight, when you pulled me over so we could talk. I could tell your heart wasn't in it. You didn't even know the fines associated with the violations you gave me. Or the fact that you assigned me a court date and time without telling me that these particular violations in New Mexico did not require a court appearance. Some might call that incompetence but I know better. You're afraid of me leaving. That's why you scheduled my court date for the afternoon the DAY BEFORE I FLY BACK TO ALABAMA. Were other times available? I'm certain. And try as you might, I saw through the disinterested facade you put up when I told you I had to fly home the next day. You were dying inside and just afraid to show me. Which makes this so much harder. ABQPD, we're growing apart you and I. To me you'll always be the happy go lucky, look-around-my-car-with-a-flashlight-then-tell-me-you-pulled-me-over-because-my-window-is-cracked type gal. Then we would laugh about how that isn't a crime at all and I had more then likely already noticed the crack in my windshield. I'd make a joke about how some people might misconstrue your playful interest for something less noble like an unwarranted inspection of my person, car and its contents. Then you'd start to pout and walk back to your car for 30 minutes while you checked everything but my dental records. And to you, I'll always be a young looking male that probably has drugs on him. Listen, people change (except you) but we'll always have the memories. You'll meet someone else. Oh wait you did. Five minutes after you pulled me over. On the same highway. By the same officer. And again, half a mile down the road. See, there are other young, male, probably dangerous fish in the sea for you to find and inform of the cracks in their windshields. No Darlin, please be calm. That is a spoon not a gun.

Love Always
Madison