We need to talk. The time has come for us to part ways. It’s not you, it’s me. At first, lying in bed all day, watching television, and only leaving the house when we ran out of cereal and tissue was fun, but I can’t keep living my life like this anymore; waiting for something to happen day after day. That might be fine for you, but it’s not working for me anymore.
When you asked me if there was someone else, and I told you there wasn’t, I lied. There has always been someone else, but you knew that already, didn’t you? They didn’t demand my time or trick me into sticking around like you have done from the moment I let you into my life; telling me that I am better off not pursing my dreams because it would only lead to failure and heartache.
Sure we may have had our creative differences, which gave you a chance to make your move. But through it all, they were patient and told me that they would always be there for me, and to come back when I was ready. My characters believe in me and expect me to tell their stories only the way that I can.
Feelings for you, I no longer have, so please don’t think for one moment that I will miss you. I have packed your bags, and procrastination and disbelief are waiting for you to join them elsewhere. So on this day, writer’s block, I bid you, adieu.