Dear (DNF) Book,
We need to talk. I know I picked you up, murmured sweet nothings in your ear about the one-on-one time we would spend together...but I'm sorry I have to walk away...and this is the end of the road for us. I know I led you on, promised you the world, but...this just isn't working out and, while I know this is going to sound trite, it's not you, it's me.
I love your sense of style, your dash, your verve, but you're no good for me...and I'm no good for you. It may be that this is just not the right time for us to be...together; I'm not ready for you yet. I need to work on me...and you, you deserve someone better than that.
I know you will find that elusive connection with someone...but that someone isn't me. I hope you can forgive me for leading you on. If it makes you feel any better, I feel very guilty.
So, how do you explain the reason behind your break-up to your DNF books?