I think we need to talk.
Look, this isn’t easy to say, but it’s best to just come out with it… I think we should break up.
I just feel like we’ve been growing apart for a while now. I mean, we hardly ever talk. Sometimes weeks go by without hearing from you.
We used to spend hours staring out the window during school, or playing with Legos in my room. Now I feel like all of our time together is nothing more than fleeting moments that are quickly forgotten. I still enjoy our time in bed just before sleep, but in the morning you’re always gone—somewhere just beyond my reach.
It’s not you, it—it’s me. I’ve changed—or I need to change. I need to move on to the next phase of my life and become a real adult. I can’t keep living in our fantasy world and spending all my time in the clouds. I need to get serious. I have a job. I have bills to pay. I have obligations and commitments to attend to. I’m just too busy to make time for you anymore.
Sure, I’m scared to go it alone, but I can’t ignore the success of business men and professionals that have also broken up with you. I don’t know what will happen to both of us in the future. You gave my life inspiration and color, but I guess being an adult means facing the grayscale reality of business suits, corporate culture, and industry.
Look, I’ll never forget the time we had together. No one in the entire universe knows me as well as you, and I doubt anyone ever will. You made growing up possible. You turned a lonely kid into so much more. You gave me a friend: and escape from the harsh realities of adolescence. With you, I was the ruler of ancient kingdoms; I was a warrior in space defeating legions of alien combatants; I was the builder of the eighth wonder of the world; I was a god and you were my muse. I could be anything I dreamed to be and you were everything I needed you to be.
I’m just not that guy anymore. I’m like the billions of others practically suffocating in the stagnant humidity of the subway during rush hour each day. Like them, I have to give you up and face reality. I can’t continue to rely on you. I’m not special, and it’s about time I realized that.
But you are special. You’re limitless. All I’d do is hinder you when you should be free. I don’t deserve you. In fact, I’m not sure that I ever did. You deserve a kid willing to fight for you; someone that knows what a wondrous gift you are and cherishes every moment with you; someone that is willing to spend their entire life in the clouds, creating galaxies and exploring the highest peaks of inspiration and the deepest chasms of their mind with you.
I tried my best to hold on to you, but I’m not strong enough. I’m sorry.