I read somewhere once that in order to experience the good and the joy, you have to experience the bad and the pain. With you I definitely experienced both; sometimes all at the same time.
My anxiety isn’t something that has anything to do with you, and it’s not for you to comment on.
I think you figured out that you could play my feelings like a yo-yo, and I think you liked it. Or rather, I think you got scared and this was easier for you; it was easier to keep me at arm’s length than to go through with the promises you made me. It was easier for you to take your heart out of the equation and break mine than it was for you to go all in.
We can never be friends, not like we once were. Not after everything that has happened.