Well, I tried to leave you a comment, but it wouldn't work for whatever reason. So here you go:

Want to know something funny? The "you" in this post (that's a link) is you. I had just read some entry you wrote, and it applied to me exactly. We have always lived parallel lives, and I feel, to some extent, we probably always will.

I'm sorry, too. I was overwhelmed and a child. I wanted to love you, and I meant (or thought I meant) everything I said to you. I never wanted things to end the way they did. I forgave you a long time ago, but pride prevented me from telling you so. Reading all that meant a lot to me, though. Thank you.

I hope you are happy and that life is going well.

We are the same (I assume) in terms of "some buried part... that still cares." Even after not speaking to you for three years, I feel like I still know you-- which allows me the luxury of assuming that entry was directed to me. If it wasn't, I apologize, and I suck... but we already knew that.