I can't say I wasn't hurt when you said goodbye. I was. It did. Still does. And as much as I'm sad now, I respect your decision. I know the consequence of my actions. And it pains me to remember. But I hope you realize the consequence of yours, too. I'm just sad now that you're not willing to fix things anymore. I'm sad that you need to say goodbye. But most of all, I'm sad that I'm losing a great friend.
You told me, "I'll be here if you need me." But I think you're just letting me down gently.

I will miss you. And I will regret losing you. And right now, I'm hurting because of this. Part of me blames you for the pain, and part of me blames myself for pushing you so hard that you'd rather say goodbye than fix what we have. You already have a piece of my heart, and it tears me up to say goodbye to that part of me. I wanted you to be part of my life, but you'd rather stay away. That will always make me sad.

I hope your decision makes you happy. Because my decision to accept it isn't.