To whom it may concern:

This time is different, we both can tell that much. This time I am not going to try to email you, call you, talk to you, in fear that I will change how it's supposed to be this time. This time we both agree it's time to move on, and if I try talking to you, it will end in me persuading you not to leave, or whatever. I'm not saying I would be successful in my attempts, or even that that was my purpose for talking to you (because usually it isn't), but I want to say a few things without saying them directly to you.
I am sorry for always dragging you back into my life when I got lonely. I promise myself that won't happen anymore. If things don't go well, I won't come crawling back to you because that's not fair to you, and it just shelters me.
If anything, I've grown these past two years, but I've just wasted your time. In that way you were submissive and I took advantage that you wanted to give all your time to me.
Over and over again I say I love you and I care about you and I'm going to say it again (just because I do). I've never had another first boyfriend. You were it. None of my friends really understand. They've either never had a first or they've ended up hating their ex's. But I don't hate you. I'm just not quite sure what to do. We agree that this didn't end bitterly, and I'm not mad at you. It's just, are we going to be friends? It's not fair to ask you that question because you can't honestly answer it. It's just, do I delete those pictures of us, our conversations? Or maybe I wait to see if we ever talk again, and if not maybe then I am to delete them. However, I doubt I'll do anything. And I doubt you'll do anything.
I still want to be friends, but I'd understand if you didn't. If you want, you can put your female friend count back at 1. But anyway.
Maybe we'll randomly meet again someday. It's too early to tell.