I’m trying not to be mad because I don’t even think you realize what you did. This is as difficult as trying to pretend that you didn’t see a christmas present too early. I never ever thought that we could have secrets like this. I know that your mind is full of thoughts I will never know, but this effects me so directly and I wish that you trusted me enough to tell me to my face. Maybe you leaving is the right thing to do, no, I know you leaving is the right thing for you and I. We have grown too much alike and need time to ourselves to grow and live and love so that we have more to share with each other. I’m sorry we aren’t talking, I’m sorry you can’t tell me what is on your mind, I’m sorry I can’t be what I was before. I know you are sorry too.