"Please get out of my life", I say, but I know that:
Anger dies down with time.
I'm not the person who fights back. I take hits. I'm a "pussy".
But I see it as something that makes me a good person, just like how I always try to take accountability for my actions. To learn from them.
Maybe we'll meet again in when we're wiser and older.
See you in a decade or so maybe. We'll be different people by then.
Better people. 
We'd have learned from every mistake along the way.
The both of us.

See you then.

Maybe.

But for now,
Goodbye, Evelyn.