The bitterness has passed and reality sets in. Honestly, what's transpired, has sucked. Life's tough though, so get some dang elbowpads, you dumb kid. I don't think I'm angry. I think my tact may have dropped a few levels. Pray that it's temporary, because I hate being like this.

I also hate facades. I feel like I've been entangled in an elaborate one, but maybe you were too and didn't realize it. I hope that you didn't get hurt in this all. If you did, don't blame me - you had the heart change, not me. I've never been flippent with my feelings, you've always known where I stood. Lately though, I haven't a clue where you do. You tell me that you hope our friendship is important, yet your talk of lately has been a delightful dose of doublespeak. I'm not a fan. If you want to tell me off for some unknown reason... I suppose you have that right, but I'm not going to take a verbal beating that I don't deserve.

I don't think you know that I have this space, but I really do wish you the best, my friend. No, I don't hate you. Understand that this is the best way for me to get this out. I hope that one day we'll both look back at this time as when we held onto a solid friendship. That's the only thing I ask for. No expectations, but those common to friends.

So what do I walk away from this with? I haven't figured that out. I must have become calouse over the years of shattered dreams and broken relationships. Maybe I detached my heart when this initially hit the rocks. I don't know. I don't really feel right now. Enough talk though.

So remember kids, always buckle your heart's safety belt. You never know who is going to try to rip it our of your chest. Now you know and knowing is half the battle.