I think we both know this isn’t going anywhere, and it’s time to go our separate ways. On second thought, you can stay here. After all,  you lived here before we had met. I’m taking the car though. I hope you understand.

Don’t get me wrong. It was fun for a while. We had some good times that I’ll never forget and plenty that I will, but I’m ready to start a new chapter of my life. Sure, some of the characters are the same, but I think Dallas and I have a real chance this time. I mean, we never got that close on our last go round, and I accept the blame for that. I was always on the outside of the relationship.  Living in the suburbs the entire time practically made it a distance relationship.

Oh, of course, you don’t want to hear about that though. I understand. Look, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’ll have somebody new moved into this apartment in no time at all. He’ll be dining in all  five of your favorite restaurants. Going to all the bars and clubs you love so much. You’ll forget all about me, I’m sure.

Here’s the thing… your small town charm…. it was cute at first. But frankly, it got old. Listen, you’re still young. You’ve got plenty of growing up to do, and I know that eventually you will do just that. But I’m not interested in waiting around for that to happen. You’ll be better off with someone else anyway.

It’s not you. It’s me. I need to start thinking about my future and putting myself in a better position in the event that I want or need to start a career or something along those lines. With that in mind, I’m moving to Dallas where I can maintain my standard of living and still live in the middle of the action.

I hope we can still be friends. Keep in touch, you know I’m bad at that.

Best Wishes,
phrough