Dear Erwin,

I don't mean to hurt you. You have to believe me, I really don't. I don't know what's wrong with me or why relationships like what you want never work out for me. I must be a monster or an awful person because as soon as I manage to get you to like me, as soon as it happens and I've had my fill, I can't love you anymore.

I don't know how to love.

I don't mean to hurt you, but I have. I left you. Honestly, it wasn't because I don't love you anymore, I just don't love you like you want me to. I'm sorry I can't do relationships. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

I hope you don't love me. I hope so, so much.

I left you because you deserve someone better—someone who can provide you a happy relationship, life, and death. I cause you pain without meaning to (I would never intentionally hurt you).

I'm sorry I never told you I was aromantic. I let you play into my hands, seemingly innocuous in their "gentle"-ness, but then it got worse because you wanted something more out of this ... thing we had.

I don't meant to hurt you. I really don't.

Don't try and find me. Move on with your life.

Love,
Levi A.

A/N: If you are aromantic, how does it feel? I apologize if I've portrayed you wrong. If there's something wrong, tell me!