Heather.
You might not realize it now, but you will later. Something was wrong with our relationship. I can't have been the only one out there who saw it. I honestly believe that you don't want to see what was wrong. Which is why I think you need to open your eyes a little and look. Because you're right where I was for the longest time. Maybe you're lying to yourself too. Just like I was. You need to really think about everything, just like I did. Don't just jump up and say that you're absolutely sure until you do.
If you thought, even for a second, that I wasn't hurting on my end of this just because you couldn't physically see it then you're blind in more ways than I thought from the beginning. I knew that you were hurting and I haven't seen you for more than ten minutes at a time since we broke up. So don't even go there because it's pathetic, stupid, and it makes me pretty damn sick. I care about you. Me saying that I wasn't in love with you the way that I thought I was? Does not, in any way, mean that I don't love you at all. I've always loved you. And I'm repeating myself. But you're just gonna shoot it down anyway, aren't you? You won't even listen.
You do think about other people, Heather. I know you do. But sometimes you don't think about them like you should. Somehow, despite everything, things always come flying back to you. Your problems. Your issues. Oh, look, Dean's broken up with Jo and he's having a hard time. I guess I'll whine on to everyone about how I can't drink and get angry because my boyfriend won't stay home and comfort me over alcohol when his brother is depressed. Oh, look, Sam is off taking care of his best friend while she's suffering from a hangover. I guess I'll get in his face about being a terrible father even though he's just gotten back from nearly LOSING his family to a demon from HELL because I think he's neglecting me and my child. Even though, by the way, he's been trying to get money together to support said child, instantly arranged a doctor's appointment post battle to the death, has asked after you, and has prepped and BOUGHT you a friggin' house. And yet there's still room for you to complain, isn't there?
You are selfish. Maybe you don't mean it, but you can be. Severely so. And it makes me want to shake some sense into you sometimes because you're hurting other people. I know you can't possibly mean it, but you do it, Heather, and I really do hope that someday you'll learn that it's not right. Not at all.
I know that you worried. Just like you should have known that I was worried over you. Just another thing to point out in the list of things that were wrong between us, Heather. We spent so much time together, but it seems like you don't know me at all.