I am writing this letter after many days of thinking and rethinking. I can not keep it in my heart any more. I feel I should and have to tell you the truth, though it may cause you — and many other people – some pain.
Yes, we seem a perfect fit on the outside. Looking at photographs, people always say we look like a nice fit. Our families have a long history and, just in the way we speak and talk, it seems very natural that we would get along. We always have fun together. However at this point in my life I find that I need something different. It is unfair of me not to be honest with you and sidestep from this. I feel we need a break.
The problem we now face, my love, is that we have moved apart and, I think, no bridge can repair the gap. So, though I will never forget how you have shaped me, I feel that it's time for me to decide about the rest of my life and act upon it.
You know, the problem is that I was brought up differently here and it has affected me. I am too accustomed to this place that has raised me and it is now what I desire in life to be for the rest of my life. I am used to what I am now; and see that I need totally different things other than what you can offer me. In other words, I have become very Westernized and require a different kind of life. I know that others, including you, expect that I should rise above this, but I find that I can not do so.
I understand if you do not want to talk to me ever again, but I do not plan to forget you or think of you with anything other than affection. It's inevitable: You are and will always be a part of my life.
Sorry Iran, my love. I love you but we can not be together.