Okay, I just had an epiphany. I have to dislike you. I have to figure out a way to wish you well but dislike you. I have to stop romanticizing everything and I have to take you completely out of the equation because you’ve never truly been in the equation and it’s good to face reality. I am worth more than a non-committal situationship that you never really knew how to be in. Mind you, neither did I, but I think I felt something real and I don’t think you ever did.

I have to let this go. Which means I have to dislike you even as I wish you well. I have to not only dislike you but feel apathetic towards you. You have to be just a vague memory. I have to delete all of the songs that I wrote and sang on the album that you never gave a f*** about. They’re f****** great but they’re mine. You will have no part or place or connection to them if it is the last damn soul baptism I have to have.

Goodbye. I sincerely pray to God I never suffer in this way again. Your response to my move of closure and clarification was in fact NOT courageous because you no longer strike me as a particularly courageous person at all. I think you are a lot of really wonderful things but you are also kind of a d***.