Please Leave

You need to stop, Brian. Stop the e-mails, stop "delivering mail" to my house, stop sending me MySpace requests to be friends. We won't be friends.

I don't trust you anymore. I don't respect you like I once did. The bond between us has been broken half a year ago when you told me "It's over." (Perhaps it should have been broken even earlier, when you told me that Michele was the only reason why you'd go to Home Depot ... I should have known.)

You are your own person now -- void of me. Other than the past, we have nothing to do with each other. You claimed that you love me and always will, but I don't believe that. You never loved me like you should have. But the world is vast -- I am not going to lose sleep over what you couldn't be to me.

No, we won't be friends, Brian. Please leave.