One of us has to apologize eventually, but God knows it'll never be you so here goes, I guess. Besides, I was always the bigger person. I am sorry for trying to force you into my apple-pie mold when you always wanted pumpkin. I'm sorry for all of the lies I told, I'm sorry for keeping you a secret. I'm sorry that I let you take me for granted. I'm sorry that it's taken you this long to realize what I mean to you. I'm sorry that it's too late. I'm sorry for always offering you my hand when you wanted my ribs and part of my esophagus. I'm sorry that not even everything was enough for you. I'm sorry that for the third birthday in a row you've gotten drunk and cried, usually about me. I'm sorry that I loved you. I'm sorry that I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry that sometimes I still miss your ghost laughing in the passenger seat of my car, high as the clouds singing along to a Frank Ocean song. I don't want to hate myself anymore. I need you to let me go so that I can move on. I'm glad you're working through some things but please, for the love of God, leave me out of it. Throw as many drinks at my car as you want, just please don't contact me. My heart strings cannot take anymore tugging. It's been too long, I need my life back. I'm just sorry, for everything, whether it was my fault or not and I need you to know that.