Dear Mary Lou,

Dear Mary Lou,  I can't believe you. You have no idea how it feels.  I sat here for days, weeks worrying about non stop. I had to endure you haunting me in my dreams and lingering in my sub-consciousnesses. I felt so guilty for not trying to reach out anymore. But then I realised that you never even tried.  While I was here wondering if I did something wrong and constantly fought against what I thought were merely my own selfish thoughts, you were seemingly doing just fine. I was so convinced that I was the problem, and didn't even think to look into you as a person. Instead of looking in so deeply at the things that I did (which were all justifiable), I should have been more focused on the simple, little things that you didn't and apparently could never bring yourself to do. Your lack of a reaction would fuel my own actions of second guessing myself. Blaming myself. Hating myself.  Maybe I was being too dependent on you. Or maybe I was annoying? But you never seemed...