You've told me so many times that you hate me.. you throw that phrase around like it means nothing. It hurts so much but I'm starting to realize sometimes you have to part ways even when someone means the world to you. A wise old woman predicted when we grew up this would happen. I don't want to, but I think I have to let you go now.. maybe some day things will be like they used to be.. We can laugh like we did when we were little kids and enjoy eachother's company. I hope you find peace.