Dear _________,

I am so sorry if I hurt you. I should be real… I know that I hurt you. It was not my intention. I was truly attracted to you, but it never would have worked any way. It was a fling, and nothing more.

You were adamant that you had never met any one like me. I believe it. I am pretty sure that I don’t have anything in common with girls in LA. I don’t have any understanding of fashion or celebrities or botox… it’s just not my thing. And I knew that you hadn’t traveled much before…

I lied to you. I had a boyfriend back home. He was a waste of space and my relationship with him ended very shortly after I met you. Perhaps you were the catalyst for that break-up, and for that, I thank you.

I will never understand why you preferred to be called Pablo when it's not your real name. You were a gringo through and through. Such beautiful blue eyes! You were so sweet, and funny, and lord knows that I have always had a thing for chubby guys. They are usually the best in the bedroom, which you proved admirably, even if it was just orally. I am glad we never slept together. That would have made it too complicated and probably would have hurt you even more.

I knew that it would have to end. I knew it the night that I woke you up in your hotel room at 3 AM to come outside and see the snow. You had never seen snowfall before and the look on your face was priceless. It was romantic as hell when you danced with me in the snow, but then I noticed the look in your eyes. It was THE look, and I suddenly felt horrible. I knew that the very limited time we spent together in Utah meant no commitment, but you were wearing the commitment face.

I was a coward and I didn’t want to leave one crappy relationship just to jump in to a long-distance one. So, I did what a coward would do, I stopped answering the phone. It wasn’t right of me. I should have just been honest with you and for that I am so sorry.

To this day I wish you nothing but happiness and I hope that you have found another girl who can play pool, buy you a lap dance, drink you under the table, and dance with you in the snow, because that is what you deserve.