I’m sorry for my part in whatever that thing was, that we entertained for awhile.
I wish it was a short-lived friendship, at least it would have meant something.
Over the last two years I wrote many letters to you. Some were adoring and fixating on that zap of electricity I’ve felt with no-one ever before. Some were ranting about your sometimes inattention and complete ignorance of my very existence.
I’m sorry it ended the way it did.
I’m sorry that I felt like I was the one who needed to apologise for everything. It takes two to tango, so whatever I was feeling was directly attributable to whatever you had done, and vice versa.
I’m sorry I felt like I was the one forever in the wrong.
Most of all, I’m sorry I let you let me feel the way I did.
I deserve better than whatever it was that happened.
I’m so sorry I didn’t realise it sooner.