I got off our Skype call the other night and cried. There is so much about you that I find attractive. You embody so many of the qualities I’m looking for in a man. And I have so much fun hanging out with you.
But it’s all moving way too fast for me. I wish I was in a place where I could offer you as much as you seem ready to offer me. But I can’t. I ended up back on the dating scene before I was really ready, but I figured that I was going to spend months kissing frogs anyway, so what could be the harm? And then, nearly right away, I met you.
And instead of being able to enjoy the attention and appreciate your willingness to jump right in, I found myself in a blind panic, unable to breathe, burdened by the weight of a new relationship I wasn’t ready for.
Thank you for understanding that I need time, that I need space to breathe. Thanks for recognizing that any time limits or expectations are probably too much pressure for me right now.
I hope that there is someone waiting for you just around the next corner. But if not, maybe we can have coffee again somewhere down the road.
Take care, Ben.