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I never meant to hurt your feelings. You hurt me awhile back and I inwardly resented you for it. I could not let go of the past. So, like a baby, I spit up my emotions all over you and for that I am regretful. Not so much regretful that my own saliva soiled my clothes, but regretful that I added another stain to your shirt.
I did not even realize what I was doing at the time. My head was washed over with confusion. My ribs were clenching my heart within their cage. The dull ache between my brows would throb more intensely between every thought as if the blood was being squeezed out of my chest with every beat like water from a sponge. Each thought was followed by the violent recoil of my heart trying to shatter the bones surrounding it. If only I could have let go of the drama I was creating for myself in my own mind; perhaps we would still be friends.
Although it may sound absurd, I want to thank you. We don't talk anymore, but I want to thank you. You helped knock me off of my high-horse at just the right time. My stories I have been creating in my thoughts have been ending more quickly. A light as bright as the sun has been illuminating the darkest corners of the valleys of my mind. Although you did not mean to hold up a light, you probably did not even know you were doing so, the flame from your candle started a forest fire in my mind which blazes with such heat that I am left with few places to hide.
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