It’s not you; it’s me.
It’s just that we’ve grown apart. There was nothing that you did. I can’t point to one thing that made me think it’s time for me to leave. It’s just that when I look at my long-term goals – when I see my future – you aren’t there.
I know we’ve had a lot of great times together. It’s those great times that have kept me around for so long. Every time I thought about leaving, I would remember all the restaurants we always talked about visiting, the festivals yet to attend, and so many other promises unfulfilled. I would wonder how I could ever leave the oak-lined streets, the narrow roads lined with architectural beauties, and the pleasant evenings on the sun porch. Really, you’ve been all I ever wanted you to be.
And that’s what makes this break up so hard. It’s not always easy to do what is best. I hope we can still be friends.
p.s. I can’t believe it was almost a year ago that I wrote that love letter. Everything in it is still true. I know that doesn’t help.