“Hey Ian. I know you probably still hate me, and you want nothing to do with me. And that’s fine. I’ve decided to accept that… especially after you ignored my request to meet up and talk.

I guess you don’t want any part of my life. Or anything I had to say… important or not.

This will be the last time I try to fix what we broke.

I moved to London a few days ago for my medical residency. Maybe it’ll finally give me the peace and fresh start I need.

I just thought you should know.

You’re still important to me.

Goodbye.”

I stare at the message reading...