I don’t know how to say this the right way. I still love you, and I always will. Seriously. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know. I live in a constant state of fear, because I could lose you to your own thoughts any second. When we were dating, shortly before you broke up with me, you said you felt that spark diminish. That’s supposed to happen. The “spark” doesn’t last the entire relationship; it only lasts a week or so before leaving the couple idly in love. You saw it as loss of interest, which isn’t necessarily true. It may be in your case, but it’s usually not. Point is, I love you, and we can make anything work. I’ve made so many mistakes recently, and I’m doing my best to make things right again. I made those mistakes because I thought it would help me. I manipulated you because I thought it would help me. I was selfish. And I’m sorry. I know there’s likely no way you’ll ever consider another relationship with me, after everything that’s happened. I don’t blame you.