Music: Mushaboom - Feist

I got an apology e-mail yesterday. It was from an old friend of mine. I found her in highschool, and I left her there. I figured that was where it ended. A few months ago, I asked her to stop telling me about the stupid things she does. I guess she took that to mean that I didn't want her to talk to me about things she needed to talk about. I didn't have to deal with the drama that came with being around her, and I started to make friends who didn't need me to save them. After grad I thought about her only a couple of times, once when someone told me that she'd had an abortion.

She told me all about it yesterday. She was sorry for being difficult on the day we stopped speaking. She misses my presence, my compassion. I wasn't aware that it was that black and white, I figued, if she needed me in any way, I would be there, not particularly happy, but I would be there.

I feel bad, that I have moved on from all of this. That I wasn't there when she was in need of a friend. I don't know that I want to reply, that I want to try to fix this. I said I was done, I am not going to save anyone.