I’m sorry you thought of me that way.
I’m sorry you were so afraid of my reaction that you took the easy way out.
I’m sorry we were not as good of friends as I thought.
Because I did care about you.
I did mean every word I said.
I did love you like a sister.
But you decided you wanted a friend, not a sister.
So I am gone.
Gone from your life.
And looking back on those photos of that summer
They are still tinged with a sickly green and blue of what you did.
And I am healing.
And you were partially right in what you did.
But that doesn’t make it okay.
Just because someone has issues
Doesn’t mean you have the right to deny them.
And I hope that’s a lesson you’ll learn someday.
You think you’re broken, that you’re shattered.
But you’re not.
I know you’re not.
I know you better than most.
And I know you’re not.
So I’m sorry I was too broken.
I’m healing better now.
Not perfect, but on my way.
Thank you for that push,
I wish you could’ve joined me in that flight.