You're genuinely one of the most interesting people I've matched with, which is exactly why I feel I owe you honesty: I've decided to give things another go with someone from before. I hope that's not too jarring to read at 11pm on a Tuesday.

I owe you a proper explanation and instead you're getting this paragraph. I met someone at my friend's thing and it turned into something and I didn't plan it and I feel awful and you were never anything less than great.

So this is awkward to type out but I matched with my coworker by accident and now things are Complicated with a capital C. I don't think I can give you what you're looking for. Please still recommend that ramen place though.

You're the kind of person I'd want to be friends with for thirty years, which is a beautiful thing and also, I've learned the hard way, a romantic death sentence. I think we're better as the friends version. I'm sorry.

I had such a lovely time on Saturday. You're funny and kind and you held the door in a way that felt sincere rather than performative. I just don't think I'm in the right headspace to date right now. It's not you. It's my entire life.

Okay, full honesty because you've earned it: the spark wasn't there for me. I really wanted it to be. I even tried to talk myself into it on the train. But I'd rather be honest now than lukewarm for three months.