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I had a dream last night, and you were in it. We weren't fighting. We weren't killing each other. We weren't doing any of the things you'd think we'd do in my dream. WE WERE FRIENDS. This is actually the second time I've had a dream like this. It's strange that out of everyone from that time in my life, you're the one I dreamed being friends with. I blamed you for destroying so much of what I loved, and whether it was your fault or not, I hated you for it. However, time has all but erased the love I had for those people, and it just seems stupid to continue to be angry at you for ending friendships with people I hardly care about anymore. I'm sick of hating you. You don't have to believe it if you don't want to. If you never want to be friends with me again, that's fine. I don't even know if I want us to be friends again. But something inside me is telling me that it's time to end this fight.