Hey, it's -- it was a long time ago. I mean, I-- to the extent that you needed to be, you're already long forgiven. Even then, I mostly thought it was my fault. For pushing you. Or saying something I shouldn't have. Or thinking I deserved to Or thinking it was, you know. Something it wasn't. You'd always been such a good friend to me. My only friend, really. And I fucked it up because I wanted something you weren't... ready for, I guess. I don't know.
I realize that I was the one who left, and I was the one who deleted his email address and his myspace page. And I don't know if I did that was because I didn't want you to contact me. Or because I was afraid that you wouldn't, and I decided it was better not to know. The day I thought I lost you was the worst day of
I mean, after you, there was never really anyon
But I understand it now. That it wasn't my fault. Or... yours, or anyone's really.