It means something, that I can think about what has become of us and not cry. And the worst part is - I think you're worse off than I ever was about it. I had to do a lot of changing, crying, yelling.. I had to ruin a few more things before I could let everything go. I told you the worst things about yourself, and you took them, and you forgave me. But you had to, because you said things too, and you were trying to be fair. And to think you suffered more than me throughout this endless affair... I used to hope that you knew how I felt, and to learn that you did the whole time kind of breaks my heart all over again.. Because no matter what happened or what you said, nobody should have to feel how I did. I guess nobody ever takes into consideration the feelings of the gunman. Everyone wants to know about the guy with the bullet through his heart. He has to live in a cell for a very long time thinking about the person whose heart he shattered into a million pieces.

So I am sorry. For everything. You were not the only one at fault. But you sure did make that bed you're sleeping in.