"How... how could you leave? I know that I am not the victim, and I should feel brokenhearted, but I don't... I feel angry. After all that I've done, and then I reduced myself to begging. And I still can't kick the idea that it's my fault. It's not. It was your choice. You are the only one to blame. But I can't do that to you. Even after all you did to me. I need it on paper. And now that it is, I hate myself for saying it. We can't talk about you anymore. It hurts too much. I want to know how you are. I want to go out for ice cream and talk about it and just know why. We always dreamed about being each other's bridesmaids, and now that will never happen. It didn't happen. So many exciting things are happening to me I have been longing to tell you about. But I can't. Maybe I never will. Maybe it is your fault. Maybe I will accept it. Just... please come back. There isn't much time."
