It’s been fun, but I think we need to take a break. When we started out, I really wasn’t looking for anything serious. Don’t take it personally, but really, you were just the last of a series of bad late-night decisions in college. I was young. I didn’t know what I was doing.
But then I couldn’t walk away. We started sharing romantic breakfasts at my kitchen table and mid-afternoon heart-to-hearts in cafes all across the city. When I was with you, I felt more alert, more alive.
One day, I realized that I couldn’t seem to get enough of you – our early morning rendezvous barely sustained me to lunch. The misery of our time apart was crushing. By 1:30pm I thought I would die without you.
I think it’s time to take a break. What we’ve had has been wonderful, but I think that there is better out there. In the words of my friend Amy: it’s not you, it’s me.
But it’s also you.
I’m sure you’ll do fine – there are other vulnerable, overworked, fun-loving women who are just looking for a new, energizing spark, and I think you could be that for them. I wish you all the best, and I hope that someday, when the pain numbs, we can be friends again.