Breaking Up With Sam Roberts

by nadine on October 23, 2009

My dearest Sam,

We need to talk.

I don’t know what we are anymore.

I hate this. I hate being one of those exasperating girls who don’t know what they want. But I don’t. I thought I liked you. Maybe I did. Or maybe I just tried really hard to like you. But I’m afraid I’m losing interest. Fast. And it’s only fair that you know.

I don’t want to lead you on. I don’t want to fake an attachment to you. The truth is, I’ve been skipping your songs on my iPod. Your lyrics no longer speak to me. Your melodies no longer lodge themselves in my brain. I’m not sure if I chose to listen to you for the wrong reasons, or if my recent hesitation is due to negative associations I no longer have the energy to battle. I. Don’t. Know.

I don’t know what the future holds. But I need some space. I need to explore new music. I hope at some point we’ll be friends again. But I’d understand if you want nothing to do with me. I’m the one playing the jerk card.

I never thought I’d be the girl to be unfaithful. So I need to end this now, before I hurt you further. Sam, I don’t know how to word this gently, but I think I’m falling in love with Raine Maida.

My heart is invested elsewhere. I’m so sorry. You deserve someone who creates playlists around you.

Rock on,


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