It was my fault. I never told you but I cheated on you when I was in California. That’s why I was distant, why I no longer felt attracted to you. That’s when we started to fall apart. We were almost perfect, I just am learning that maybe I can’t change. Maybe I really do need validation from men that much, and there are many men that I can blame for that, but you deserve better. Just know, I wasn’t always like this, and had we met at a different time, I think we’d still be going strong. I love you. I’ll always love you. I know we will both move on to better things, but there will be a part of me that will always be stuck in that weekend in New York, our trip to the beach, our first Valentine’s day, the night my feet went numb from walking in the snow with you for so long because I didn’t want to leave. You taught me that I’m worth someone’s time, and I’m so sorry I threw that away. We were so close to perfect.