this morning #1451.

this morning, my dear, i penned you this letter. better that you find out via post. in a private manner. one that’ll allow you to exhibit the full range of emotions. whatever type of fire that your broken heart desires. maybe what i’m about to lay on you may not break your heart at all. who’s to say? anywho, that’s my backdoor way of breaking the news that, upon you reaching the end of this sentence, our relationship is fin. sorry, love. it’s not you. it’s me. we’ve had our fun but now that’s done. it’s time to cut ties. you can keep whatever possessions of mine remain at your place. it’s up to you. throw them away if the spirit moves you. either way, i regret to say that i shan’t be returning to your city any time soon.