I will never be able to apologize enough for what I said. I don’t regret anything else more than the stupid “joke” I made in a state of anger. I wished on every 11:11 that you would say something back to me, anything, after what happened. I don’t know if I’m more upset at myself or you. I guess we weren’t as good of friends than I thought, and I hate to admit we are probably better off as strangers. I still miss you, though. I will always keep just a piece of you in my heart, a 12 year friendship shaped dent where you used to lay. Sorry if this sounds too poetic, I know you don’t like that very much.

I hope I can move on as much as you have.