I know we have had a few flings. But, as fun as they were, I am going to have to say goodbye.
When I first met you, I was enchanted. The quintessential bad boy, you were dark and moody and mysterious and promised great thrills. Sadly, you turned out to be just that: a bad boy. And after awhile, I realized you were not good for me. Things never ended well with you. After giving you a second, third, even fourth chance, I have been forced to admit that you are completely and utterly predictable. I do not doubt that you can be shocking and full of twists, but your stories – and our relationship – ultimately end the same way: disappointment.
Such a relationship is not healthy. It is not fair to you and it is not fair to me. We need to end things once and for all. No more sharing stories, no more tempting me, no more forgetting our past and starting fresh. Believe me when I say it’s not you, it’s me. Honestly, you are wildly popular and loved by so many people. I am just not one of them.
I think I have known this for many years. Remember when we first met? With Ender’s Game? If I were smarter, I would have ended things then and saved us all of this trouble. But, alas, I led you on and gave you shot after shot.
I can no longer go on like this, though. It is time that you and I say goodbye. I hope you find happiness and success in all of your endeavors.
P.S. Please know I will never forget those blissful times of The Hunger Games and Catching Fire. Hopefully this letter does not make things awkward on March 23. It is my hope that we can have a cheerful, if brief, reunion.