Hey, buddy.
I got your message, you know. I get all of them, and it seemed to me that they were hurting less and less. My stomach still flips every time I hear your voice on the other end of the line, but I have deleted all the other voicemails. I see your name on my phone and I slide it back into my pocket, even though it still makes me cry.
This message, though. It almost did me in. Your voice cracked halfway through, even after all this time. Why are you doing this to yourself? You know you wouldn't be happy if I came back. You loved HER, I know you did. But that little stutter still breaks my heart all over again. Please, please, please. Just go away. It will work out better for both of us. You need to leave before you can be happy.