I keep telling myself that I don’t want to talk to you about what’s been going on but I’m talking to myself about it… I am a firm believer that if something doesn’t effect you, you don’t think about it, speak about it, obsess about it. That isn’t the case here. I find myself going over a script in my head; finding the right words to describe exactly how I feel towards you and what I would say to you if the opportunity presented itself.
In the spirit of not talking about it, though, I’ll say this: I don’t think that there are any remnants of a friendship lying in our story. I don’t see myself getting passed where I am with you now and I am content with that. I have exhausted all my efforts with you and that is fine. Life goes on.