When we broke up, all I wanted was for you to feel terrible and to regret ever letting me go. And so why do I feel so terrible? I'm glad we are able to set aside our difference and have fun just like we used to, but I'm afraid we are getting a little too much like we used to. You were always such a great friend to me, better friend than boyfriend, I'm afraid, but I think I was the same to you. Last night you said something funny and somehow He was brought up. You quickly muttered something I didn't understand, and then you repeated it, "He only went away because you stopped trying."