This might have all started as an attempt to get revenge on me and hurt me for what I did to you, or perhaps just an attempt to monitor me and stop me from becoming a problem for you, but you didnt count on me being so smooth when I want to be that you legit started having feelings for me, despite how s***** I can be when I want to be. The truth to the questions, love or hate, black or white, good or evil, selfish or selfless, f****** or cuddling, it isn’t that simple. The truth, as most of life, exists in shades of gray. If nothing else, I’ll cherish the connection we almost rekindled. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.