Whatever I did, I guess I'm sorry.

I can't fix anything by being angry at you, trying to find ways to convince myself that it's all your fault and not mine, that you're the selfish one.  It won't make me feel any better.  I'm better off just getting over it; trying to figure out what I did wrong and take responsibility, learn something from it... and just let go of whatever anger I might feel.

I wish you had said something to me sooner, given me a chance to make it right — or at least try — before you decided to cut me out of your life with no warning.  But I guess I get it.  No one likes confrontations.  If you thought it was easier, better, to just forget about me and give up on our friendship... then that's your choice.  And it's your right.

I know there's nothing I can do about it.  I know it's dumb to try.  The best thing I can do is try to forgive the hurt, and hope that one day you'll forgive me as well.