Probably one of the hardest things for me to do is say the exact thing that I mean to say at exactly the moment I mean to say it. Sometimes my timing's off, sometimes it's not. Regardless, it gets said and left to the cosmos to decide.
But if you happen to be reading... I meant what I said but not how you took it. I suppose it was a critical error in emphasis, a wrong pause, an awkward word, whatever. Funny how I've always hated that word... whatever... I always felt it was an excuse for indecision. I think it's more of my hands in the air in frustration. But I guess I can't go around trying to get the world to see through my heart and my eyes. That would just be selfish. I would like to talk, but I suspect it's too early and I suspect it will be awhile yet.
You said I must be so relieved to be rid of you. No, not relieved. Defeated. Like I won the battle but lost the war, except that analogy just doesn't work because I never considered you a fight. It's just the jist of the feeling I have right now, that's all.
Show me a person who has never made a mistake and I'll show you somebody who has never achieved much.