Over the past weekish, I've done some observing and some thinking.

I *think* I don't hate m--- anymore.  Well, I shouldn't anyway.  Unfortunately, that puts more hate on myself, because I strongly believe that everything that happened, was because I was an idiot and never said anything.  It wasn't him at all; it was me.  Clearly, I'm not entirely over the situation yet, but I think I can say that I don't hate him anymore.

I forgive you for what you did, because you had no idea what was going on with me.  You couldn't have known.  I just assumed that people did not behave like that.  But after this summer, I realise that everyone is VERY different, and unless you talk about it, you really can't be mad at the person.  People aren't mind readers (although you were pretty good at reading mine). I was just too naive. 

In the short time I've known you, it's been an interesting ride.  And while I may still see you next year and/or the year after, I don't think I will dread seeing you as much anymore.  You're in my past.  Things aren't going to change.  I have learned my lesson.  And I hope you learned something, too. 

I certainly won't ever forget what's happened, though.

Have a good life, Mike.