He apologized. After all this time he apologized. He acknowledged that he may very well be the last person I wanted to receive a message from. He gave me an opportunity to scream, shout, and curse at him.
But I didn't.
I kept it all in and replied in a civilized manner - I thanked him for the gesture, but it came as too little, too late. Had he had all those epiphanies a year ago, we wouldn't be in this position today.
In a way I resented him for attempting to relieve himself of a burden I had secretly hoped he would carry with him for the rest of his life - he did that very thing to his own friend. It's not like I had ever really forgotten about it. Like a penguin encountering the submerged portion of an iceberg during a swim, I just simply avoided it. But like the iceberg, avoiding it doesn't mean that it's not there. I think from time to time and it constantly reminds me how dangerous it is to let down my guard.
How can I ever really let it go? He apologized, and now he can let go of everything, he can get the fresh start he was hoping for. He can tell the next girl: "I was immature and naive, and I treated someone else poorly before. Now I know better and I'm ready to treat you well, it's what you deserve."
As for me, it will always remain there, it will always be hiding away in some dark corner with the rest of the skeletons in the back of my mind. And like every person who has been hurt before, it stays with you - a feeble apology doesn't erase what happened. Those times don't suddenly become better, and as a result, you have become harder, you make sure you never get hurt like that again.
Sometimes I wish he never apologized.