Yes, it was me who decided to break us up. I’ve come to terms with that. I was unhappy about how we were as a couple, that I couldn’t let us continue to destroy something that was once so close to perfect. We needed a break. We needed time away. I thought that time would help, but it only tore us farther apart.
When I met you yesterday, I was hoping that wounds could be mended. That we could have had some kind of absolution. I never got that. I got “I can’t give you what you need”. I gave you every possible word that you needed to hear, and you couldn’t reciprocate.
I never wanted us to be like this. I wanted us to be friends. I wanted to have a final laugh before I left.
I’m leaving because things didn’t work out here.
I’m leaving because I don’t want to see that I hurt you.
I’m leaving because I can’t see you happy with someone else.