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Yes, you.

I never asked you to walk out of my life - that was your decision to do that.

Yea, whatever you may be thinking; you're right - I didn't stop you from walking out either.

I figured that it was what you wanted, and I gave it to you.

Still, it was your choice to walk out of my life, and if you're starting to regret that now... I don't know what to tell you.

All I'm saying is that if I ever see you on the street, I most definitely won't say hi to you... unless you speak up first. Well, maybe if I see you in a few years, then I'll say hi, but definitely not any time soon.

I'm glad we had a chance to have a decent conversation over GoogleTalk, or whatever it is, the other day - it was a pretty good conversation, unlike the ones we "had" before. Maybe you were right; it's because we spent every living day and night together that we didn't have anything to talk about - but I still think that's bullshit because there were definitely times that I tried to have a conversation with you about my day, and you didn't give two shits, and even still, there are other ways to have a conversation.

Whether you "give up" our supposed friendship, that's on you. 'Cause I think I'm pretty much up for anything. Maybe we won't be the best of friends, but you won't be just anybody to me either. Maybe you'll just float between a very acquainted acquaintance and a friend. Who knows?

I probably can't look at you the same, ever again, and I think that might be true for you too, considering the events that happened between us, and other people.

Remember, you've tried to walk out of my life many times before when you tried to break up with me, but every time, I pulled you back and kept you there. But now, I'm not exactly trying to keep you here, I'm not trying to force you to stay or be here. I'm not trying to control you anymore. And just a few months ago, you already made the choice to walk out of my life, permanently.

Now it's not only your choice whether you want to be a part of it again.

It's mine too.