I'm assuming that you've probably decided that I gave you too little, too late, and I understand why you're disinclined to continue any sort of romantic relationship, and I'm sorry that I've caused you to make this decision. I know I'm going to miss out on something tremendously wonderful because I didn't do what a man should do when he finds someone like you. I didn't even realize exactly how I felt about you until the last day or so, when it started to become clear that I really did fuck up by not expressing this or even entirely understanding myself. It does hurt, but I'll get over it. Hopefully, next time I meet someone whom I quickly grow to care about, I'll do something different.
I'm sure you'll be happy and will continue to be successful no matter what. I will ask that you not cut me out of your life; I'd like to see you and talk to you occasionally. I owe you a couple nights on the town if you'd ever like to take me up on it; I'm going to be jealous for a while, but I promise you that I can be both fun and jealous at once, as I've had practice. Note that Mirna and I had a romance years back and that remained very close friends afterwards; I really do want to be friends with you as well.
First, I'd like to say two things that I should have told you weeks ago, and then I'll be reasonable and and let it go.
Fucking you was always incredible; I don't recall ever having felt closer to another person than I did when we went about it gently, and I don't recall ever having. Aside from the affection I had for you due to your intelligence and your keen understanding of the things I consider to be most important in life, there was the physical. Your brown skin is perfect, your face is so pretty and so expressive during sex that I couldn't help but open my eyes and look at it, especially when you would sort of nod over and over, giving me approval for what I was doing to you at a given moment. I could never get enough of your tits, your ass, and your waste, could never sufficiently caress an of them. I was a fan of your freckles.
Standing in the kitchen while you made dinner and trying to "help" a bit will be among my happier memories. That's one of those seemingly little things that ended up being very important to me. I'll also long remember the time not long ago when you came over here and we drank vodka and discussed information flow and related subjects until Mirna left, at which point we moved to the couch.
Even if it didn't last long and ended prematurely due to my own self-absorption and my failure to give you what you deserve, I'm glad we were together. I consider this year to have been a success so far insomuch as that I spent a portion of it with someone more wonderful than any other girl I can recall.
It would be a nice consolation prize if you'd agree to go for a drink with me sometime soon, and let me be at least a small part of your life for some time therafter. Give it some thought.