Dear John
I don't know how to say this, but our romance is over.
I think I realized it when your dwarf bit me with mr and mrs Bush, and I saw you sit on my cat.
I'm sure you're frost-bited enough to understand that the garbage-man turns me on.
Im sending back the pictures of Portugal, but I'm keeping your left ear as a memory.
You should know that I informed the psychiatrist about you hating Shrek.
With pain, Kyra
Dear- your partners name- (if you're single, write John)
I don't know how to say this, but __1__.
I think I realized it __2__ __3__, and I saw you __4__ __5__.
I'm sure you're __6__ enough to understand __7__.
Im sending