  If you think then, that I'm trying to be nice, I'm not. You must think I'm messing with you. With your life. I'm not. I care about you like light through shut blinds. Maybe you don't remember that? That you were that light. You were. I wanted to make it work, don't think that we didn't try. We did, I did and you did.
We tried and it didn't, Cabe, and I need to pull away now and try to seal myself off so maybe I wont seep back into the place I used to be. It kills me to read the words there. That I could hurt you so much is a cold slap to me, but if I try to make it better for you I make it worse for me. 
