Pure but...

At first, I think it's honest what you wrote, pure but...

But in this case, the only feeling is caused by instinct at work.
What caused this, my lack of interest, since that's what it is. Not bitterness or anger like you seem to believe while saying you don't ask for forgiveness and say sorry.

Do you remember that time?
Anxiety took you and while you were sick, blind I stayed and lifted you so...
Do you remember those times it was all about you, never me? What makes you say that you didn't share your dark feelings with me?

Choices made by me didn't come overnight, but it was a big help to know there's an old friend in this dimension who truly cares and keeps me alive in his memory.