Ok, I'm sorry.
I should have been more honest with you from the start. Our relationship was never going to go anywhere. You see, I've been seeing Amazon for some time. She's never let me down and I'm really rather fond of her. I admit she's clingy sometimes, but she gives me some space now and again.
When my friend first told me about you, I was intrigued. You were pretty, vibrant, something different. And as you clearly remember, we dabbled briefly. My head was temporarily turned.
I didn't feel guilty. After all, Amazon sees other people but I always knew that and I've always accepted that, as long as she was there when I needed her. And she always is, and that's what makes our thing so special.
Now I feel I have to be brutally honest with you. When we were together it was about the music. I had an itch you temporarily scratched. And if it was still about the music, we'd still have those beautiful memories to share and who know's what might have developed
But now it's gone too far.
Let me be clear - we connected twice, and we did the same music thing both times. So what makes you think I want to go to the cinema with you? Or shop for clothes? Or play games? You're filling my inbox with things you don't know I like, and you're guessing. You're sounding desperate. In fact you sound like you don't know me at all. You've gone all fatal attraction.
Why don't you talk to me about music? Why don't you focus on what you know about me? I might have come back. And further down the line we might have started to do different things.
But because I bought music, you talk to me about shopping for gifts. If I said I liked rugby, would you talk to me about choosing wallpaper? Or if I'd said I like curry, you want me to buy a Take That hoodie?
When the bunny boils down to it. I just don't think we've got anything in common, so I think you should stop emailing me every day if you're going to make it all about you.
You're pretty. We shared some good times. But I prefer the more intelligent type.
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