It's hard for me to make you understand exactly what it is I'm trying to say. A mix of emotions, reason, and past experiences, with a dash of extra special examinations of the soul. But I feel that I need to write this to you anyway, with the special mention of the fact that I seriously doubt I'm going to have you read this anyway.
I think the best way to explain is a simple sentence; that being somewhere along the lines of I don't love you. Or, maybe that's not quite the case. A better way to say it would probably be this: I can't get close to you. It's been what, eight, ten months? A large chunk of change that, while we haven't necessarily been together for the entire time, been close at least. But, despite this, I can't bring myself to say those three words, not because they are not true, or not true yet, but because I can't bring myself to perform the actions that describe myself when I am in love.
To explain that, I have to go to someone you may or may not be amused with. M