There are so many things I warned you about, so many things I wished you didn’t do, so many things you still went ahead and did anyway. You said that you cared for my feelings, but true to your heart: can you say that you did? I waited for a month, 3 months, 6 months, a year and did you try to change? Maybe the naysayers were right for once.
You weren't meant for me.
I wish, wish so badly that I could continue to be your friend, to help you grow in the years ahead, to be there to assist your maturing, to make you a better person. There are reasons why I cannot be your friend anymore and most of them are out of my control. This hurts me because it is a Hobson's choice.
I know you won't forgive me for all that I've done. But if you do see this, I will try to explain that I did it out of love for you. I wanted you to be better, not for me, not for others but for yourself and for Christ. All the times you have made me feel like the bad guy for doing so and you might still feel that way. I am content knowing that I know that I did it out of love and not the intention to shame or humiliate. You don't need to agree.
Because I still love you.
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