I am writing to make you aware of some issues I feel I can no longer broach while I’m actually with you. I don’t know how this strange situation happened to develop in our relationship, but I’m guessing this letter will be the deciding factor in terms of it’s continuation.
I’m not sure what the right words are, which way is best, and most clear, which way you might understand better or quicker…how you might take it. There is one point I am most clear about however. That is that I do not know the answers. I don’t know how to guess. I don’t know you anymore, and I can’t even pretend I do. I don’t presume to be able to rectify the situation, but it has taken me this long just to realise that this is the way I feel.
“I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time. I’m afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.”—Ann Brashares (via sangueblu)