You sent me a text today asking if I regret anything. Of course I do. Who doesn’t?
I won’t reply to the text, because I said I would cut off all communication if you tried to be romantic again. I haven’t forgotten that, unlike so much else.
The good times were really fantastic, but the bad times were equally bad. The extremity of differences are your work. As an “Ice Tease,” I simply can’t maintain such a level of emotion, nor do I want to tolerate the bullying that accompanies the lows. It’s exhausting, and the highs aren’t worth the lows.
There’s a good chance you’ll find this. I know from stumbleupon that you spend serious time on this site. I think you have enough clues here that you’ll know who you are.
Goodbye. Remember your three B’s of life, and think fondly of the friendship we had 9 years ago in middle school cross country.