Our relationship has come to a head. I'm sorry that it has come to this but drastic measures need to be taken. Wait, calm down and let me explain.
When I first met you I knew that it was love at first site. I couldn't believe how lucky a guy I was to have found you. I thought about you every day and bragged to my friends about you. Some of them were so jealous they too tried to become your lover.
We've had many wonderful months together and have spent countless hours learning about each other. Sure, we had fun but I was just a dumb kid, and those one-night stands must have hurt you very badly. But you have to understand that I can't spend every hour of every day with you. I need my own space.
It's not you, it's me. You're not making it easy on me you know. This is hard for me too. Yes, there are times when I miss you; times when I miss hitting the reload button over and over waiting for new posts in W4M and Casual Encounters. God, we had some great times together, didn't we? I don't regret it one bit.
You are beautiful, you know that? You will find someone who will care about you as much I have. Someone to spend all his time with you, day and night. Don't worry, he is out there. Please don't cry. Oh, don't do that.
I'm sorry that it has to be this way but I need your help one last time. You were very understanding about all the times I cheated on you with Match and that damn sexy Nerve. I'm asking, I'm pleading, please help me one more time. Do it because I love you. Do it because you care about me as much as I care about you. I need you.
I must have one last fix. One more time. I promise this is the last time. Please baby please baby please baby please. Please, I gotta have it. You know me. You know what I want; you know what I need. I'm begging you to please find me one more date for this coming week. Please? Oh man it hurts so much.
It has to be this way. This is the hardest letter I have ever written, but I know you will come through for me one last time. I'm counting on you.