I’m writing this letter to you because as you well know, I’m a bit old-fashioned and I thought to break up with you via email was a bit cold.
Yes, you read right. Breaking up. Let’s face the truth: our relationship has never been good. It’s never really worked, and after so many years together, I think it’s the right time for both of us to take separate ways. It’s not you, it’s me.
I’m the aberration who hates sweet things, and you just happen to be one of them.
Maybe it sounds cliché, but it’s not your fault. You’re great, and everyone loves you.
Since the day we met, many years ago at my friend’s house for a merenda, everyone was raving about you. How sweet and charming you were, how you could make any situation better, how you were the perfect partner for every situation. I reached out to you then as my friends encouraged me to make a move, but even then you didn’t manage to conquer my heart.
Years passed by, and we tried so hard to make things work. We tried to have breakfast and merenda together, as you suggested, but there was a part of me that always preferred spending time with someone else.
So, again, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m the aberration who hates sweet things, and you just happen to be one of them. And, according to most of the world, one the best sweet things on earth. That’s why I know you’ll find someone that will make you happier.
This letter doesn’t mean we have to hate each other now. I’ll always respect and support you. It’s just that our relationship needs to change. Even my family adores you, you know, and they don’t understand I’m doing this. They’ve begged me to try to make things work out, and I did for years, but Nutella – you must know by now that it wasn’t meant to be for the two of us. At least now we are completely honest with each other.
You will never truly lose me.
I’ll never forget you and how you’ve helped me when I was in need. You were the perfect ingredient for my brother’s favorite cake for so many years. Your crepes recipe were always the perfect way to sweeten my father before asking him for something. You were incredible with strawberries and whipping cream, with pancakes, on top of ice cream – I could go on for ages.
I hope I haven’t hurt you with my words. I still need you in my life. I still need your help, your magical touch with people, and I have to admit I love collecting your special edition jars. You will never truly lose me.
Wish you all the best, dear Nutella. I know you’ll go on and change someone else’s life.
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