This is another one of my monologues inspired by recent thoughts, conversations, and emotions. Nothing is quoted from any conversation or from any one encounter. I don't have a title yet, but any ideas are welcome.

How can you look at me as if I have betrayed you? Are you angry, hurt? Because I didn't choose one of  you, country and southern? Is that fair? I chose from my heart, and you know I respect that above everything. So I did something unexpected. I went beyond the farms and the country. I went beyond the horse shows and southern accents. Maybe it's because I grew up. I don't know. Did you expect me to pick one of you because we were playmates, because we spent so many days playing together? It's different now. We aren't ten years old anymore; those days are a bit past us now don't you think? No I don't want to leave them behind and forget them. But it is time to look past them.

We are friends forever, guys; we come from the same backwoods lifestyle and have the same country attitudes, and we are friends. We fished together, swam together, played cowboys and indians together, laughed together, rode horses and four wheelers together. But that makes us friends and family, not couple material. You should know that by now. It won't work; I know it won't. I made a choice. Yankee? Yeah, he is. City? That too. But he makes me feel good, he makes me smile and laugh. I fell in love. And if you can't understand that then maybe we should part ways.

There you go again. Giving me that betrayed, hurt look. You can't make me change my mind. I haven't changed. I'm still me. I'm the same girl. Don't even say it. I know you're thinking that you can make me change. What are you going to do? Take away my toys and throw dirt at me? We're not seven anymore; that won't help you, and it won't hurt me. Trust me for a change. We aren't kids anymore. And you don't have to protect me. I'm a big girl; I can make my own descisions and fight my own fights.