I didn’t think it would come to this, at least, not so soon. The moment we met, I knew we were destined for something more, but I never felt the pulse of true love. It’s not your fault, I should have been honest with you. I just kept hoping that if I took care of you, kept you updated and dressed you well, our relationship wouldn’t have to end this way.
I’m sorry to have to do this, but I think it’s time we spent some time apart. Me apart from you, and you… well, a part of you will be here, a part of you will end up over there. Try not to think about it too hard.
It’s just that our relationship isn’t fulfilling anymore. You’re slow, you don’t pay attention to me, and completely shutting down while I’m still talking to you is just plain rude. And I shouldn’t have to deal with this anymore. I am a successful, intelligent person – I demand more!
I have to tell you one final thing, I hope you won’t hate me for it later, but I need to come clean if I can ever move on from the scarring experience that has been our relationship these past three years: I’ve been seeing someone else.
It was nothing at first. We would meet in the library, only for a few minutes between classes. At first, it was just something fun, it didn’t mean anything to me. But then, the more time we spent together, the more consumed I became. And after spending the entire summer together, I don’t think we can pretend anymore, which is why I am officially breaking up with you.
I know you were always jealous of him. He’s a peer, a friend, a coworker, and it killed you that he was always excelled beyond your wildest dreams. But you can just keep dreaming, because tonight, and every night after, my dreams will be of only one man: