Did you even bother asking me? You did not. You imagined the whole story and whatever was in your head was what you thought it was. Whatever you assumed, was it. Whatever you mind fucked yourself with, was it.
I needed time. Who gave me time? You didn't. But you were supposed to. You agreed to. You were told to. But you did not.
You asked for the truth. But not from me. From my friend. Our friend. You will say "You didn't reply to my messages at all." Well, your texts weren't questions.
You wanted time, I gave you. You wanted me to not look for you, I did not. You wanted the lines to be drawn. I drew em.
My actions contradicted my words. I wasn't the only one. No one asked me for anything.

It shouldn't bother me? Hell yes it shouldn't. If thats what you want. Its not gonna bother me if I don't cherish whatever we had. That over a decade's friendship. I'll never look for you again, if that pleases you.

Fuck.