I feel sorry for you. You have these people who care about you. You either see it and choose to take advantage of it, or because of how you’ve been treated in the past, you can’t comprehend it. I’m not disillusioned enough to think that I’m faultless, but you broke my heart. You were the first person I had even considered letting in in a very long time. You told me that you loved me, and I trusted you. But the moment that things got difficult, you ran. And it sometimes kills me to see you know. I’m not saying this for your pity or as some last ditch effort to get back together, because we both deserve better, and you’ve obviously moved on. But you should know that that’s not how you treat people you care about or even love. You need to see how your actions and reactions make others feel. Or else in ten, twenty, or even fifty years down the road you’re going to have none around you to help pick you up when you’re down, and you’ll have nobody but yourself to blame. I know that you have such a great capacity to be a caring person because for that first chink of time that we were together you were so genuinely kind and sweet and loving. Just try to hold onto that version of yourself and amazing things will happen for you.
We’ve both made some bad decisions this last week, and I’m sorry for the part I played. But i don’t regret it. I think I needed it as the last little push. I’ll still miss you, but I think that we’re too far gone to be able to mend anything. No matter how long you stick around, you will always be the one who broke my heart and I don’t know how long it’ll take me to see past that.