Unsent Messages

You liked the colour orange quite a lot, didn't you? It's a shame. I know it's me who hurt you, me who left, me who told you to leave alone; however, I still feel bad for you. I left you when I was one of the few people who would let you be yourself. But, there's something that you fail to understand. I left because you began to depend on me. You put a lot of pressure onto me. I felt unhappy. You began to get territorial and commanding over me, and objectified me for being feminine. You really creeped me out, buddy. And then, you had to keep trying to beg for forgiveness, and for my return. I do not hate you. I really don't. But, you need to move on. It wasn't meant to be. I opened up to you about many things, including why I always cut my hair when things don't work out, and yet in the end; you ended up being another reason for me to cut my hair once again. Just let it go.