OK. Hi There. Rough email. The last thing I have wanted to do is hurt your soul. This is best. You are an amazing, amazing, sexy, smart, funny, beautiful, intoxicating woman. I am in awe of you. I am not worthy of your attention as a guy who needs to figure out his own issues.
I am not trying to be trite. I am trying to be your friend. I don’t want to be your asshole friend from a distance. I have had no choice from my own emotions but to think about this for the last several weeks and see if there’s some way to be your platonic friend for now. I still don’t know if there is. I think about you all the time. I lie awake at night thinking about you. I am a strong-willed man and I know that the sight of you, the smell of you, the sound of your voice is enough to prompt me to actions with you that start things that I can’t finish.
I am sorry that it’s the holidays and I’m not being a good visible friend.
Please don’t be sad. Be pissed if you want to. I’d rather you weren’t.
I hope you’re having a decent christmas. Too much family intrusion for me. I’ll tell you about it one of these days. I know that I am indebted to you for quality time, passion, and explanation. I will find a way to make it up to you one day soon, ok. Take care.