I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose.

I meant it when I told you I'm sorry, and I still do beside my front I attempt to put up. I do care. You broke my heart too, when you severed our strings- my only friend which could make my heart bend.
But you refuse to admit that, like I made my choice, you made yours. -As if it doesn't hurt me just as bad. You won't even give me a chance, exactly what you're claiming to hold against me. If you love me, why do you leave me? If I broke your heart, why won't you allow me to mend it? Or to at least make an attempt? If I hurt you and this pain swells up and causes you tears, why would you inflict the exact same on me? Why do we hurt the ones we love most and love the ones who hurt us the most?
"We had a fun run," or so they say. But I never wanted it to end. When I broke your heart, it was not intentional, but meant to make it so we last, as friends. I'm sorry I felt little more for you. That I may have led you on, and caused an avalanche of nonstop brokenness- the broken connections we played with- in an attempt to duct tape it. I told you I was sorry and I meant it, so why do you refuse it? Act like our connection was lost on that dramatically sunny day when anger rose and we split ways. I never wanted to say good bye. I never meant for this to happen, as I repeat it over and over again. I do love you. I never lied about that. And I did feel something, but not what both of us wished. I'm so goddamn sorry for that.