I’ve never broken up before. Sounds silly saying it. But I haven’t. I don’t really know how to deal with this. Let alone when the person leaving is my favorite person.

Forget everything I said after you asked y I’m distant, for just a moment. You did let your walls down. You said you had a panic attack, you said you cried. You shared things that you didn’t share with anyone else, and I took advantage.

I’m just one dipshit in the world. But I am ashamed. I’m ashamed I didn’t see what was going on right before my eyes. You gave me exactly what I wanted, and I turned around, shoved it back in your face, and said not good enough. I think it helped you to be comfortable and willing to share those thoughts. I took that comfort away. I’m afraid I’ve only made you retreat more so you won’t open yourself up to those thoughts again. I don’t mean with me, but with someone. That to me is the biggest thing I’ve done wrong. I didn’t validate your thoughts when all you needed was someone to listen and support.

My reaction and anger to your question was unacceptable and inexcusable. And as I’m finding out, I finally crossed a line. I’m sorry for what I did. Breaking that trust is probably not recoverable. I miss you