Dear You,
Forget it.
Yes, I said forget it.
Because your life is too damn busy to even have a casual relationship right now. I’ll do us both a favor and let you off the hook.
I was walking to your place and you have no idea what was on my mind, but your text reminded me how little patience I have. My level of readiness after 2 other attempts to get together with you is insanely high, only it’s not going to happen. Not tonight is something I’m a little tired of hearing.
You can cancel once, put me off a second time, but by the third time I don’t give a damn what your excuse is… I’m going to have to let you go.
Bottom line, I refuse to be another thing taking up your time. I’m selfish and needy, I require a certain amount of attention. My goal is to be understanding, but the way I understand this is you need to sort your life out because the moment you say we’ll do this “sometime” that’s my cue. Sometime means never in my book. You don’t have to pretend, I’m smart enough to read between the lines.
I’m disappointed, dejected, upset because I really really liked you and I’m going to have to figure out how to make a connection with someone else.
The worst part is I know you won’t even fight to keep me around. That tells me more than anything else you might say. I’m then glad things didn’t go as far as they could have with us. That I’m suffering from bruised feelings instead of a broken heart.
Good luck to you. You’ll be a fond memory and I’m glad for that. I hope you’ll remember me as fondly.
Love,
Me
Ps: you’ve given me cause to reevaluate myself if nothing else. I give up too much and I’m keenly aware of that fact with you.