I like the way you get so concerned for me while leaving yourself out of the equation. It’s my pain. It’s my breakup. You? You have nothing to do with all of it. In fact, you were never in a relationship with me. Your kind of narcissism is unparalleled. Why are you so obsessed with being right all the time? I remember the many times we argued about this. I tried to make you see that being in love isn’t about being right or wrong. I think you’re scared of owning up to your actions. You’re scared of blame. You’re scared of taking responsibility for something you helped destroy. I wonder how you live life this way. You talk as though I’m the only one that has something to learn. But I think you have something to learn too. You must learn to be wrong. You must learn to be sorry.