Aaron-
I'm sorry that I slammed the door when I went. The wind sort of blew it shut, but we were still yelling at each other weren't we? I'm sorry that I didn't tell you where I was going. I'm sorry for tearing your pictures off the wall, they are actually really good (I said they sucked cuz I was mad). I'm sorry for not knowing who I was, and blaming you for it, I'm sorry that I left towels on the floor a lot. I'm sorry that we couldn't make it work.
I hope you fed the dog. I hope you didn't cry (you probably didn't because you're so tough, you idiot).
I'm sorry I spilled wine on that rug from your grandma, and for pretending it was Jess. I'm sorry for those times that I lied.
Thank you for not chasing me down. Thank you for giving me my camera back (I found it on the porch last night), and thank you for leaving me that really thoughtful message on my machine. Thank you for the memories of us sitting in the kitchen, listening to the radio, and for bringing me gatorade when I was sick. I'll miss that. I'll miss you. I'm just sorry.
One day, you'll forget when I backed over the mailbox. One day I'll forget when you were stoned and couldn't remember where we were. We'll forget why we hate each other. Sad thing is, it's still not going to work.
I'm really sorry, Aaron.
Goodbye.