I felt the same way: That I knew you in a past life—if you are who I think you are. Let's be honest, you never did let me in. You did every little maneuver to keep me at arm's length even though I let you in. You would make a fuss whenever I tried to plan something in advance and acted like me using a day planner was akin to torture by the Gestapo. You decided to be Josephine Cool and ghost me. I am happy that we didn't work out because it forced me to face a shit ton of ugly truths about what I want in life and who I need and want in it. Sadly, you're not one of them—especially after you blamed me for your depression and not eating and sleeping, even though I offered to pay for a counsellor. I just hope you are treating your current boyfriend better than you did me.
—Sorry not sorry