I’m writing this letter to tell you that I don’t love you anymore. I don’t miss you. I never have. The truth is, I tried but never found your adoration anything other than arduous, your niceties cliched, your praise thoughtless. And it has become unbearably obvious that you loved me with all the originality of romance novels; the manly man weakening the luscious flower.

But do not be sad as nothing is lost. Neither of us even loved the other truly - you only thought you did and I only wanted to.