First I cheated on you, then broke up with you to stay with him... You're across the ocean, and we've never made actual contact. He's here with me, able to hold and kiss me every day. You were always so different from me, always making me feel inadequate. I told that to you the day I left, and you couldn't stop apologizing, begging me to come back. You never knew about him. It's been two weeks since I left, and a month since he and I started dating. That's two weeks, you... Then, I check my email today and you've sent something. You say you're sorry for what you said, that you didn't mean it. You say that you fucked up, that I was perfect. Perfect. I can't tell you how much that hurt, and how much it made me feel so guilty, so pissed off at myself. I always said I wasn't my mother, but I've turned into someone just like her.

I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry... And you'll never know.