After dragging on our impending breakup for six months while we moved back home after college, we finally met. Had a dreamy weekend that ended with me having a breakdown and us deciding to part ways cordially. Despite the hellish past few months, I didn't hold anything against you. I was happy that we could part like adults. We decided never to speak again and we were both OK with that. I admired that we could own our breakup like that.
Unfortunately, you can only feign maturity for so long. Three months later, I got a random text from you and it broke my heart in ways that even you hadn't.
"Please don't try to contact me again. Ever. I don't want to meet you or talk to you or interact (till it's a life and death matter) so stay away. You are dead to me. Have a life."