I’m not sorry. You did it to yourself. You handled the situation in the most terrible way possible. The way you responded was what ruined it all for me.
Back when we first met a decade ago you were the ideal other half. The best friend anyone could ever ask for. We had a bond that no other pair could achieve.
But you changed. You sunk into a hole of negativity, pain and selfishness that you refused to allow me to help you out of. As the years passed by it all went downhill. You even told me yourself at one point that you didn’t trust me, which felt like a dagger in the back, due to myself having done nothing but maintain the qualities of a more than trustworthy person over the entire duration of our friendship.
Recently I decided to speak up about a factor of your behavior that had been bothering me more than most and wanted to know why it was constant and incessant. And you gave me a reason, which is what I wanted, but the way you spoke to me took me aback. I never thought you would react to confrontation, the necessary confrontation I had avoided for so long, in such an aggressive, victimizing, immature way.
It does not hurt to lose you in the way it may seem. It hurts because we used to be so close, and we were one for so long that no matter how much you hurt me, losing you feels like a piece of me is being ripped away. That’s the reason why it hurts so much. Because I’ve grown attached to you as anyone would – to the old you, anyway.
I’m sorry it had to be this way, but I’m not sorry you couldn’t handle it all the way you could’ve.
