Dear Shawn,
We can never go back to the way things were. I'm sorry, but that's the way it will always be.
When we first met each other six years ago, it was my first undercover operation and I was worried that everything would go wrong. I walked in, found a seat with a good vantage point, and relaxed, thinking that it would be okay, that I could do it after all. Then you walked in, saying that I had stolen your seat. I panicked. I was worried that you would make a huge fuss, which was the last thing that I wanted. But you didn't. Instead you sat down next to me, and let it go. And then you started talking, and wouldn't stop. I admit, it was pretty fun, and you were ridiculous, like you always are. Then, you "aged me up a bit", and started talking about all sorts of things that you couldn't have known about. I was surprised, and a little frightened, wondering how you could know. I remember my surprise when I found out you worked with the SBPD, and that you were a psychic. At least, that's what you told us.
Zoom forward five years, and after a long time, we finally got together and started dating. That was the best year of my life. Then yesterday, you told me. You told me your secret, the one that you have kept from me for the past six years.
How could you keep something like that from me? I feel like you have all these secrets that you've been keeping from me, and I'm tired. Tired of being the last one to know what they are. This doesn't change how I feel about you, but do you honestly think that after this we can go back to being the same? We might get back together in a month, two months, a year, or two years, but it will never be the same, and I will never fully trust you again.
Best wishes,
Juliet
