I’m the only one that cares if we’re on good terms or not. Sometimes I ask myself why I try so hard to make things at least normal again. Whatever ‘normal’ is for us at this point. I know I hurt you. I acknowledge it and take fault for it and I apologize for everything. But you hurt me too, yenno, so I don’t know why you hold everything against me to the point where you don’t care about how we are. Like I make attempts to talk to ask how you are, or to kickit, or to just talk for the hell of it but I feel like it’s not being reciprocated or, more importantly, like I haven’t been forgiven. I can feel the intensity of the anger you still hold toward me. You say it out in the open how mad you still are. No offense, but the way I see it, we’re on even ground considering what we’ve both done. It’s just a shame that I was so quick to forgive you when you’d rather hold a grudge.

All I want is for us to not hate each other.