At first, you infuriated me. I couldn't believe you would extend me this pseudo-olive branch. I felt that you wanted to gain control, I did not want to give you the upper hand, but I made myself calm down. I made myself wait. When I did respond, I was merely despondent.
I am not ready for you, and it has little to do with our history and everything to do with how I view you as a person. My opinion of you changes constantly, and I cannot talk to you and try to sort it all out. I know you don't mind that much either way, but I am very sorry and hope maybe someday we can be friends. Just not now.
You either hardly cared at all or care too much. But I don't need your pity because I am fine. I am fine without you.
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