I told you every dark thing I’ve never said to anyone; and you still loved me.. for a little while. Until things got to be too much for you. And the icing on the cake is I’m the one who brought all of that. Every last part of it. My delusion was that if I just gave you more love, more of me, you would come around. I thought that I was going to be the one to heal you, but it turns out one cannot simply heal another by showing them love. It takes so much more than that. And clearly at this point in our lives neither of us have the other stuff to give. I hope you know I will always love you, and I regret nothing between us.