The last thing you said to me is that I'm arrogant. I'm just misunderstood. It didn't have to end like this. Now you won't even read my messages. I still think about you daily. We can still be friends you know. I get to watch what you gave me grow all summer long and I can't even share that with you. Are you still thinking of me? Probably not. But if you miss me like I miss you, I'm still here.
You act like I never did anything for you, but really I did a lot. Gave you gifts. Bought you lunch, offered to buy your plant. I've been here to talk to you so you didn't have to talk to yourself while you are home alone all day. I showed a genuine interest in your hobbies and in you. I acknowledge that I could have done things differently Sunday. What I wanted was a conversation with you and I think that is more meaningful. And yes I'm not mad at you, meaning I still care about you. If you are upset with me, then I will leave you alone. I will always be here if you want to talk again. I miss you.