You know… For awhile I thought you were actually worth my time, and my tears. Every person that told me to stop crying, you weren’t worth it, you’re a jerk, they are all right. You’re not who I thought you were and who I thought you up to me. I allowed myself to become so infatuated with you, and who I thought you were. I allowed you to do the things you did to me. Everything you did, I brought upon myself only because I allowed you to hurt me. And I told you, I couldn’t wait for the day that I literally do not care about you. Which I’ve admitted to myself, I’ll always care about you. That won’t ever change, but the pain you’ve put me through won’t ever go away. So no, we can’t be friends. You can’t have it both ways. It doesn’t work that way. I’ve been shown how I truly should be treated, and it’s sad I put up with your crap for as long as I did. I need my final goodbye to you, because after this there won’t be anymore going back to worrying about you, and your new “amazing” life you ran back to. You erase me from your life, and I’ll erase you from mine. Because no sorry will ever be enough.