Dear Eric,

It is with a heavy heart that I pen this missive, for I must regrettably announce the conclusion of our romantic entanglement. While you profess that our relationship holds the utmost importance in your heart, your actions tell a most different tale. This is particularly evident in your rather hasty retreat, driving away at a speed that would make even the most daring of gentlemen blush, leaving me in a cloud of dust and confusion. If such a departure is your way of prioritizing our bond, I shudder to think how the other affairs of your life are faring, relegated as they are to the furthermost reaches of your affections.

Nevertheless, I must acknowledge the charm of your wit, the brilliance of your intellect, and the myriad qualities that render your company delightful. Our shared interests and complementary ways of life paint a picture of a pair most enviable on paper. Yet, alas, in the tapestry of reality, we find ourselves too emotionally disparate. When vexation visits you, you retreat into silence, a behavior I find myself ill-equipped to endure, for my greatest fear is the specter of abandonment. I am not one to withstand such withdrawal unscathed; it leaves a mark that lingers, a scar upon the heart.

Thus, it is with a finality that I declare this the end of our chapter together. My affection for you was genuine, and though it may have waned in its romantic fervor, it remains a fondness that shall not easily be extinguished. Let us aspire to cultivate a friendship that is as delightful as your company, for you shall always possess a certain charm that is most pleasing to the soul.

Yours,
Lady Whistledown