You’re so full of s***. This is why you have to suffer. How dare you insinuate you ever loved me, I was the one who choked on his own heart for years while you got felt up by a better version of me. If you loved me, even as a friend, you wouldn’t have let me spiral into oblivion. You would have at the very least given me my closure. I loved you for so long, but now I view you as an enjust want to hurt you, so it’s a bit late to appeal to my heart. you’ll just further antagonize me, unless you make some sort of grand gesture to prove your words aren’t the hollow honeyed words of a desperate individual, or the mis-targeted ramblings of a mistook stranger. Maybe if you made it clear beyond a shadow of a doubt instead of posting vague, passive aggressive quotes, maybe then I’ll be so weighed down with guilt and doubt that I’ll collapse into a black hole of regret and you can have a moment’s peace while I recover.