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I suppose that’s my doing. You gave me more attention than I ever deserved. How could someone so interesting and brilliant, yet flawed have any real interest in me? In some twisted turn of events, I began to over play my hand thinking it would solidify your pining or something. Spoiler: I haven’t done “better.” In reality I was entirely beneath your consideration. Yes, I was a complete douchebag, and stuck in that phase a long time.
So who the hell was that posting for you, and why isn’t he in jail? Was he? You know, I get that life hasn’t been good to you, but knowing that something like that recently happened makes me so sad and angry. Helpless. I never was capable of any real supportiveness back then. At times, even kindness. It’s understandable that you didn’t tell me more about your upbringing, now that I think about it.
There’s a lot that I got wrong, I do know that. Even if it was a different time. You cut me way too much slack, and then I cut you off. Your flaws weren’t the problem— mine were.
One of the things I miss most about you is your laugh, and watching horror flicks. I know you loved the slashers. That and music. I couldn’t hold a candle to anything you had to say or play.
You were wonderful and genuinely kind. Something that is so rarely found these days. You just had a busted compass when it came to men. I cared more than you will probably ever know, despite behavior to the contrary.
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