[SouthernBelle.]

Darling, as much as I like you, and as much as I hate to admit it... Unless it turns out I'm pregnant, I'm probably not going to be with you for much longer. "A Little Less Conversation," just isn't alright with me. Maybe next weekend, when we're talking and visiting instead of fooling around, we can establish a friendship and a deeper bond. If not... Sunday morning I'm going to church. And there's a boy there that I think will be better for me than you are.

I just don't want to hurt you. You were my first, and I'd like it to work out between us, but how can it when I'm constantly thinking, solving, and creating, and you're always doing, being, and fixing? We have nothing in common except mutual attraction.

I love you. There's nothing wrong with you. I only despise how quiet I am when I'm with you, like I'm in isolation. Why does it always have to be this way?