I fucked up, I know. I’m not perfect, I’m nowhere near it. No matter what, I always say the wrong things and I never know how to fix it. I’m sorry I messed you up. I kept leading you on and then we kissed and then I rejected you and then I lead you on again. And the worst part is that I didn’t even realize I was leading you on again until two days ago. So I’m sorry. I’m sorry I messed with your life, I’m sorry I said we were alike because we’re not. You are so much stronger than I am, so much of a tougher person. I know, you don’t think you are, but that’s because you’ve been so used to feeling destroyed. You have a lot to offer the world, so please don’t put up any more walls.
I’m sorry. I know it’s too late. I accept that we’re done, because I know I can’t have you in my life as a friend. Honestly I don’t even want to go back to what we were before, because it only ends with you getting hurt. And me fucking up.
I just felt like I owed you an apology.