You love me with your whole heart. You tell me everyday. And even though I told you I loved you, I realize now, 8 months into this relationship, I don’t even know what love is. I’m lost and confused. I don’t know what to do or how to tell you. That’s not even the worst part. I have immense feelings for another guy. I picture myself with him everyday. I blush when we talk, I get butterflies from him. Not you. And it’s not because of the whole “love you” situation. It’s because you’ve changed as well. You’ve changed so much for the worse I barely recognize you. There are days I don’t even want to be around you. You’ve driven me away. And yet I still feel immense guilt when I think of the other man. For both our sake, I’m planning on ending this relationship at the end of June. I’m giving it one last shot and telling you what I’ve been thinking about your downfall. The chances of me gaining the feelings I had for you for the past 2 years again are slim, which is why I am in fact ending this. I always think back on the past 2 years with fondness but so much sorrow because the truth is I miss you. I miss the you that made me laugh and proud to be with you. Everything. The late nigh talks, hours of laughter, your humour. Everything. But you’ve also lied to me for the past 2 years, boosting your own ego. I know you lie. I can’t imagine my life with you being a stranger with memories, but I can’t keep dragging you along like this. It’s going to kill me to do but I can’t lead you on much longer. I’m sorry.
