![]() ![]() Things were good in the beginning, though, or so I thought. Regardless, I can’t keep up this charade anymore and I can’t pretend that things will ever be other than they are now – and things are not good. Oh Nicholas, I hate so much to say this, but I have to be honest – we have to break up! It’s not you – it’s me… Er, actually no, really, it’s you, after all. I owe you that much (but not enough to actually tell you this in person, or on the phone). ![]() Since I can’t bear to think about any of it for more than a minute without falling into a nostalgic regret-tinged swoon over what might have been (had not semi-tragic circumstances not conspired to keep us apart), I’ll get to the point. I’ve been sitting here staring at this blank screen for the last two hours, sighing wistfully to myself through dewy eyes, wondering how I’m ever going to write all this, everything I’m feeling about our semi-torrid summer romance. ![]()
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