I know you'll never see this.
I know it wouldn't help anyway.

When you said goodbye,
I didn't realise what we'd done.
I didn't realise what I'd done to you.

I know that I should be the one
Angry.
Scorned.
Broken.

You left me.

Remember?
And yet, I'm relieved.
We were puzzle pieces that simply didn't fit.

For two years you and I were...
Well, you and I were We.
Planning a life that
you snuffed out with five words.

I'm breaking up with you.

Houses, rings, vows.
What kind of schools we'd put our kids in.
Where we'd retire.

You're the one that said goodbye.
You're saying it was my fault.

I know.
I knew then too.
I know I didn't? Couldn't?
No.

Wouldn't.

I know I wouldn't Love you well enough.

And for that, I'm sorry.