Look, I know we have been friends for 13 years, and we have never had a fight.
I know it is my fault, and I know you are right. I love you. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m going to let you be mad at me for another week, and then I’m going to make it okay again. It feels good to be mad, so I figure, by me not telling you I’m sorry, it will be good for you to take out some aggression that has built up all summer due to your a-hole boyfriend. I can take it.
You can be mad at me.
I’m still going to love you.