You don't get it...

You don't seem to get it...I don't want to be your "friend". I don't want to be lied to, or patronized. My real friends don't do that to me. I don't want to talk to you; I know you're only doing it out of guilt. On some level you realize you fucked up. I don't want to hear from you until you realize it on every level. Save me the headache, the anxiety, the distraction. Save yourself the empty attempts. Save her the insecurity of a boyfriend who's chasing guilt. Just save it.

You still don't get it. I don't want to be your "friend". I don't want to hear from you unless you're on my doorstep with a ring and an apology. You fucked up.

Interesting thought found on the interwebs...

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully 'round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, inpenetrable, irredeemable." --C.S. Lewis