I didn't ever think falling out of love would be like this. I don't like to be the one that has to do the heart breaking, but you know it can't go on like this. I feel cheap and dirty. Maybe I am those things. Staying with you isn't the answer. Things have changed, and though I promised I wouldn't, I did. Maybe it isn't even that I changed, maybe you've finally found the real me. I'm sorry you don't like it. Your expensive gifts and gracious compliments can't keep me any longer. They don't make up for the fact that I don't love you. Those words just seem so empty now. They may have never been real. I once found comfort in the exchange of those syllables, now they merely haunt me.

There are reasons why your arms are not around me and why I sleep between another man's bed sheets. I've tried to tell you but you don't listen. You hear what you want to hear. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I was mystified by childish dreams of the ideal first love. I was so entertained that someone had taken such interest in my broken self. I didn't ever notice that our relationship was founded on these false notions. I didn't know what love was and I probably still don't, but it certainly isn't this.

Please, let me go. You can go ahead and hate me, I deserve that. What I've done is inexcusable and I can't tolerate it any longer. It would make it so much easier if you wouldn't be so understanding and forgiving. I don't want a phone call two hours later with an apology that should have been mine. I was wrong, very wrong. Please say goodbye and find someone who deserves you. I imagine it will be difficult at first. Eventually your memories of me will fade, keep only the bad ones in the event that if our paths should ever cross, you will remember.