That’s not true so we don’t have anything in common. I never even knew that you were a writer. I was so delighted when I found out, I thought it meant when we started talking again that it would be one thing that we could share and explore together. But you never gave me that opportunity. Actually, you never gave me any opportunity for anything at all because you could never see beyond my flaws and mental illness. I think that’s really sad because I am so much more than that. I thought you were too.

I still love you though for whatever it’s worth even if I’m not your person