Dear John-Snow:

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.

Love,
Me

P.S On second thought: It's not me. It's YOU.