And it's hard to come to grips with you. I don't know how to tell you, but I'm sure you know. It's not how it used to be, half a year ago. But I'm not skilled at these things, and I hope that you read this and understand how I feel. And realize what has to happen, so you can have a realization too. And eventually I'll have another one.
I more than love you, but just not in that way.
I hope that you'll forgive me, somehow, someday soon.