It's not you, it's me.

No, really, it's nothing that you've done. I know, I know. I'm not writing, I'm not reading, I'm not commenting. I can't really explain it, but it's nothing you've done. No, it's me. I don't know what it is, to tell you the truth. You're great, really, you are. It's me, I'm just not feeling it; I...I...I need a little space. Call it a break. Don't get me wrong, there's no one else, maybe I just need a little time apart to remember how wonderful you are. Trust me, baby, it'll all be so much better.

(If anyone had any traumatic relationship flashbacks in the last minute, my apologies. Amazing Race should snap me back into it. Maybe it is that damned gnome after all...)