It isn't right, or fair to either of us. I thought I could, but that was just self-deceipt. I'm staring into, because it should be your eyes. Because a scene is so much more than this letter can ever say. I did an undefendable thing, letting all those Brad Pitt movies get in the way of my principles.
Love is too special.
You could tell me it's okay, that we can still pretend. But maybe I had an unconscious wish to end it anyway. So if you want to delete this letter, do it. You could delete your entire mailreader. Brad Pitt's probably there.