There are so many reasons why I shouldn't need to be writing this letter, but here I am writing it anyway. You seemed so perfect in the beginning, and
I was headstrong and naïve enough to believe that we could do this, that we could find a way to be together forever.
Sometimes it's just about the timing, and when that's not right, it's just like the old song says: sometimes love isn't enough. You are perfect in
virtually every way, but somehow just not right for me right now.
I will miss you; there's no question about that. But I know that you will move on and find someone who can give you everything you need, without it
feeling like a sacrifice or chore. I hate feeling like a quitter, but I know this will be better for both of us in the long run.
I hope you can be strong enough to see that there are other fish in the sea, and that you only deserve the best one out there. And, please, don't lose
who you are in all this. I'm not worth that.