Today is beautiful.
You:
Perfect in the most simply complicated way. I could say oh, so much more.
You:
I'm not in this 100%. You're a best friend. I want to always have that. Maybe being rusty is just for the best.
You:
I can't be hung up on you anymore. Don't ever talk to me again. Let's actually be nothing to each other instead of pretending we don't.
I never really realized just how terrible you were to me until lately. I'm sorry, but fuck you.