Dealing.

I’m sorry for your loss.
It wasn’t my fault.
I think.

Well I mean that I wasn’t directly involved in crushing all of your dreams.
By which I meant to say that I didn’t want to kill your hope.
What I’m really trying to tell you is that although I don’t act like I love you in the least I really do and though I contribute oh so regularly to the general sinful state of the world I just don’t think it is my fault that you feel this way.

So
Please
Let
Me
Go.