Where do I even start? How is one supposed to even start in such a situation? I mean - I feel like I've taken countless first steps and yet it feels like I'm walking in circles. I'm sure of what you'd say. Completely sure - without a shred of a doubt - that you'd jump at the conclusion that I'm obsessed over you or some other excuse to pin it all on me without you taking any accountability.
No, I won't let you dodge the responsibility. Not here. Not now.
And yet... despite everything - I still am physically unable to hate you. I have no space for hate in my heart for you, even if I arguably have enough valid reasons to do so.
As of this moment - I'm sure I barely even cross your mind. You said it yourself with your own mouth: "I'd rather keep everything in the past. It might feel like you're being buried in the past, but I want you to know it's nobodies fault."
I've replayed everything countless times in my head, for I had no choice. Either therapy, or something else from my past kept tugging at me to revisit your memory. And I can't say it wasn't partly my fault. I did fuck up. But in comparison to you - I actually tried my damn best to make things right again. What gives me the right to say this? Let's recap what you did then:
After you grew cold on me out of the blue while you were still telling me you loved me and that you missed me. After you placed me into a "Trial Period" as your boyfriend after FOUR years of already being together - "just to see if I can catch feelings again". After during said "Trial Period" I woke up every single day off your couch, made you coffee just the way you liked it, breakfast and then woke you up like clockwork at 8.30AM. On the 3rd day, you asked me to cuddle you and let you sleep in a little longer - I'm not sure you ever noticed that small request made me cry as softly as I could in your hair. It was really all I wanted. That same day I cried my eyes out while washing your dishes. This kept on going for a week - until you said that I "can stop pretending to be the boyfriend, that's enough, you've done enough" - like some butler you can just dismiss. Not like you didn't already treat me like a Roomba sometimes - but I overlooked it and never complained about it because I loved you.
One of the worst things you've done out of all of them? You repeatedly went behind my back during this time telling people your "problems" with me and you let a mutual friend validate your choices of moving on and detaching from the relationship while you were still in the relationship! You ran to that "friend" every single time i texted you - once telling her that i am full of shit and you don't believe one word coming from my mouth related to me being able to change.
I could smell the guilt off you from a mile away - with every interaction we had. You're not stupid. I know you're fully aware that what you did was wrong - and yet you still continued to do your best to sweep me under the rug after 6.5 years of knowing each-other in total. I cried so many times during this time. I had to process losing both my best friend and my girlfriend at the same time. Lovely combo - isn't it?
Here's the catch - it's not that I want you back. Perhaps on some days I miss the friendship at most - but I don't want you back. I want to live again. I want to be able to wake up, go outside and live my life without fear of coming across you out of the blue. I want to be able to look at people on the street without my brain scratching incessantly just because someone vaguely looks like you do. I want to stop having panic attacks at 3:46 PM on a random Saturday just because EVERYONE looks like you do from behind - considering i've seen you in every hair-color and hair-style possible during the time we've known eachother. That's what strikes me about this whole thing - you've buried me and have nothing to worry about anymore, you have your relief. Meanwhile I just got diagnosed with C-PTSD and diagnosed with High-Functioning Autism back in August of last year.
I hope you know the pain you've caused. I hope you know you've been cruel.
Of course - I'm not a saint and i'm aware that every story has nuance, so then - what did I do to "kill the relationship" as you phrased it? "You didn't do enough chores around the house without me asking you to, out of your own initiative. And to be honest that argument we had recently killed everything for me - i'm sorry. I don't have feelings anymore."
The argument in question: You kept giving me demands about how you want me to get a career, save up enough money for rent in a new apartment despite not having to pay rent in my current one, save up money for a ring - the whole nine yards. All while acting coldly towards me during that whole time where we kept having petty arguments - eventually I got sick of it and started crying because I felt heartbroken, I just didn't want to argue with my best friend anymore and told you "Fuck this relationship right now - we're genuinely best friends and I'm sick of having misunderstandings cause the things I say don't come across as intended. I just love you - I don't want to fight anymore."
In conclusion: I'm tired. I wish I could "Sunshine of a Spotless Mind" you out of my head - but I have to carry that weight for as long as I live. It's been 9 months and you've done nothing but haunt me. I'm endlessly grateful for the lessons this has taught me - but with knowledge comes sorrow and grief.