Don’t come running to me when you realize that you should not have done what you did. Don’t tell me you’re sorry, because you’ll never be. Don’t give me all that crap saying that you understand how much you’ve hurt me, when you obviously don’t. And don’t come to me telling me that you want me back, after you’ve hurt and left me. I have feelings too. I gave you hundreds of chances; I even hoped that one day you’ll return. You see, after so long, after so much had happened, I’ve become numbed to the pain. Likewise, I’m no longer interested in your pathetic useless piece of excuse. Don’t say you’re sorry, honestly, you don’t even know what it means to actually BE sorry.