I’m breaking up with you
It’s not you, it’s me.
We’ve been through a LOT in the past few months. SO much. You’ve made me laugh, you’ve made me cry. I’ve loved you, I’ve hated you, I’ve taken you for granted. I’ve been so incredibly obsessed with you that I can’t concentrate on anything else. It’s unhealthy!
Sadly, this obsession is one-sided. You never call. When I call you’re always busy. I have even resorted to sending you messages via Facebook because you’re so hard to reach. It got so bad that my friends started expressing their concern. They worry that I’m losing my grip on reality, constantly day-dreaming about you. And now I think they are right. I have to step back, look at the bigger picture, and admit that they are right.
Please know that I love you. More than I’ve loved any other. But we can’t continue on this path. Sometimes I feel so close to you, but then someone says something and I feel you slipping away. You’re always high and looking to go higher, and the higher you go the more people want to get close to you. I’m not normally the jealous type, but I can’t stand the thought of all those others calling you every day. It hurts.
I still think about you day and night, but we need some time apart. I’m leaving town. I’m going away for a week and I’m going to take some time to really think about where we’re going and how we’re going to get there. If you are still around when I get back, I will try calling you. If you pick up, I will know this is worth fighting for. If you are still too busy, I’m going to have to move on…
PS. It’s not me, it’s you.