It’s been almost three years now. I never really knew you well, but I want to apologise. You’ll probably never read this, but I need to get it out.
I assure you, what happened haunts me when I can’t sleep at night.
First of all, I didn’t get your sense of humour, which was an honest mistake.
But what I’m really apologising for is the pain I would have caused you. It might not make much sense, but there it is.
I’m very good at accepting bitter truths, so I’ll freely admit that I’m damaged goods. At the time of what happened, I was utterly broken. There’s no kinder way to put it.
I was just a lost little girl with a broken heart, looking for love in all the wrong places.
I’m sorry for looking in you.
Sexuality takes a long time to figure out, and I was confused as hell.
I don’t know anything about you; I really don’t. But I have my suspicions, and from what you told me, I think you’re broken too. What happened to you isn’t something people ever fully heal from.
So what I’m saying is, I’m sorry, I was in a pretty bad place, and trying to drag you into that was a shitty thing to do. I hope you’re doing well.
I hope you have a good life, Floss. You deserve it.