It's not you; it's me.
In the beginning, it seemed like a good idea. I thought of you longingly back in July. You don't know this, but Heat is unbearable-- smothering, suffocating, shameless.
I broke it off with Heat because it was you that I desired. However, I don't think I fully understood what you were bringing to the party.
Living in the South, I really thought we'd be a good match. You'd trickle in unexpectedly, quietly and softly, leaving little trace of your existence.
Perhaps I misunderstood?
I was not prepared for this type of commitment. My life has been turned upside down. I feel as though you are mocking me.
It's just not going to work.
After finally getting out of a pretty intense relationship with Heat, I am still scrambling to fix the mess that was left behind.
You said you understood and promised you wouldn't do the same.
And yet, here we are.
We had a good couple of months, but I just can't take anymore.
I think we should just be friends. I am sorry.
P.S On second thought: It's not me. It's YOU.