I hate to say this, let alone think it, but I’m done with you.

It’s really hard for me to admit.

You only love the idea of me. Not me. I’m not mad at you for it, how could I be? You’re wonderful, but you aren’t what I need. I’ve been through a lot lately and you could never understand it. I’m not trying to be mean or call you stupid or naive. You simply cannot understand. You’ve given me hope, but not the kind of hope I need.

I am so sorry. Truthfully I am. I wish everything delightful for you. I know that I’m clouding that idea, but that’s because of you.

I’m sorry that we are done and I’m sorry you don’t know it yet.

I’m sorry that I’ve decided this without you and that I can’t even get in touch with you for a month.

I’m sorry that I’m still too sad to give myself to you. I’m sorry that you can’t make me happy.

I’m sorry that you’re still alone.

I’m sorry that I’m alone too. I’m sorry that we can’t be alone together.

I’m going to miss you. I’m sure you won’t miss me. I won’t be much to miss. Especially after this.

I am so sorry. I’m done with you.

Goodbye.