The thought of not being able to see you or hear from you tears me apart. I blame myself for catching you off guard when I told you how I felt. Your inevitable distance from me explains how uncomfortable you are with the situation. I not only lost someone I care for but I lost a friend. Just know I am ALWAYS thinking about you.
Even still, I can’t hate you. Strongly disdain, yes. But, I don’t regret what happened. I came out of it jaded and broken, but stronger, because it taught me to figure out some people just aren’t worth falling for.
So thanks for being an asshole. Thanks for toying with my emotions. Thanks for all the games. I know better now.