To my darling
I love you, but...
January 23, 2004
To my darling,
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
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
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.
know, the problem is that I was brought up differently here
and it has affected me. I am too accustomed to this place that
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
different things other than what you can offer me. In other
words, I have become very Westernized and require a different
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
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
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