You hurt me, in ways I can’t imagine that someone is capable of doing, especially someone I once considered a friend. But I understand what people will go through to get what they want. In the end, it’s one’s own happiness that is important. I don’t know what I did to you, for you to do the things you did and I don’t know why you won’t tell me or communicate with me, but people have their reasons. Letting go means letting go of the hate and anger I have for you. I’m sorry for what ever I did to you that caused you to be this way. I don’t need you to accept my apology, I just need you to know that I am sorry. I don’t hate you. That takes too much energy. It doesn’t mean I like you either. To me you’re like the taste of shrimp paste. I dislike it, but don’t hate it. When I see you out I won’t avoid nor be cordial to you. To me, you will be tumble weed, just passing by.