I'll start by saying that I was wrong. The things I said and did, but more importantly the way I tried to make you feel. I couldn't understand you and didn't really want to try. I was young and stupid and didn't know what I was doing, and I wanted to fit you into my narrow understanding, to make you fit into the frame I was building. No one could have fit there, least of all you. I wouldn't have wanted you if you had.
Now I wonder if I ever wanted you at all. I think I did; but I couldn't reconcile you with me. You sent me mixed signals, but I don't blame you. You were confused too. But in the end you did the right thing and told me to stop. It probably saved us both.
And now I'm going to say goodbye. I've grown up a lot since then; I've changed a lot. Sometimes I want to find you again, but I won't. I'd love to hear from you and try to put it all to rest. I don't think that'll happen either.
So goodbye and I'm sorry.