I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but . . . I just don't want to see you anymore. Since Braxton has been getting up at six thirty we've been able to see each other more than ever before, isn't that nice. We've had some good times together haven't we. Never having to wait on line at the grocery store at 7am, seeing/waiting for the sun to rise, refinishing dressers, baking cookies, etc, etc, etc. Really, I'm proud we've been able to accomplish so much; but lately, my feelings for you have started to change. I'm so sorry, I just think it's time we part ways. It's not you, it's me. Please understand.
PS. Also, please give Sunday morning my regards, as I haven't seen her since church changed to eleven.