It’s weird to think that after all these years, I really don’t care to ever have anything to do with you again. It’d be great if you knew and believed the truth. But you don’t… not that I expected you to. You have always been fairly close minded afterall. While I do miss how we used to be, mostly I just wish that you wouldn’t think badly of me over something that I had nothing to do with, but you do. Also… it’d be great if my friends didn’t have to tell me that you have been talking about me behind my back after everything we were to each other over the years… but there isn’t anything I can do about it, is there? I guess it’s too much to ask that you talk directly to me about everything on your mind… you know, like you used to… But this is what we have come to. Perfect.