There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just gonna give it to you straight: I’m breaking up with you. Surely you saw this coming, as we’ve been meeting less and less. But please, don’t take it personally. It’s not you; it’s me.
I guess there just comes a time in every girl’s life when she realizes she no longer wants to write fake letters to inanimate objects. For me, it was last week. I found I’d been writing less and less often. Instead of writing every day, I would skip like 4 days in a row, and then find myself frantically scrambling to catch up to my normal schedule.
I was writing even less often than I was bathing :/
I’m sorry to say it, but I’ve made up my mind and it’s time that you and I part ways. I will remember you fondly, Letters. And who knows – maybe one day our paths will cross again (I didn’t really mean that last thing about “maybe one day.” I just said it to make you feel better. Honestly this is the end).