I think we should see other people. It's not you, it's me.

You probably didn't see this coming and I'm sorry for walking out on you so suddenly, but it is time for me to move on. We had some great times together, and you were always there for me through everything. The good, the bad, and the horribly ugly (sorry about those ones, by the way. My judgment was impaired.)

You were the best support system I could have ever asked for--a shoulder to cry on, and someone I felt totally comfortable with. I never felt like I had to wear makeup or a bra in front of you.

We had something special, and I didn't want it to have to end, but I think we moved too fast for our own good. It wasn't long before you had seen me naked and heard all of my stories, and then what's the point?

It was fun for awhile, but you had to know it we didn't have a future.

You were holding me back, and I have to focus on what is best for me right now. To be honest, I think we were spending way too much time together. My attachment to you was keeping me from my friends, my family, and my future--things I just cannot afford to lose.

I have moved on to bigger and better things. My next bed will be full-sized, and you, let's face it, are just a lumpy twin disguised by a mattress pad and a body pillow. I don't know if I loved you, or just the way you looked and the way you made me feel.

I'm not worried about you. I know you'll find someone new who will treat you better and will love you more than I ever could. I will always save a place for you in my heart and I hope we can still be friends.

I wish you all the best, and I hope the next person doesn't give you an ugly comforter or bed bugs.

With love,

New Sophomore