Dear Eric,

Well, darling, it seems the time has come to face the music and admit that our romantic escapade has reached its final act. You insist our relationship is your top priority, yet your actions sing a different tune. Speeding away from me at 65 miles per hour, leaving a cloud of dust in your rearview mirror? Not exactly the romantic farewell I had in mind. If this is how you express your commitment, I can only imagine how the rest of your life fares—likely in the slow lane while I’m left in the dust.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate the good, shall we? Your humor? Absolutely delightful. Your intellect? A refreshing cocktail of wit and wisdom. On paper, we’re a match made in the cosmos, sharing laughs, dreams, and a penchant for the finer things in life. But in the real world, we dance to a different rhythm.

When the clouds roll in and you get upset, you retreat into your shell. And me? I’m left here, grappling with the fear of abandonment, feeling like a ship lost at sea. I can’t be the one left adrift while you sail away into the storm. So, my dear, this is where we part ways.

I loved you, and truth be told, a part of me still does. Here’s hoping our paths cross again as friends, because your company is truly a gem worth cherishing.

With all my heart,