You should have never sent me that letter; you should have never contacted me. You had the chance to clear the air and speak, but instead you chose to stay silent and hide your guilt behind your happiness -- however happy you perceived to be. That letter wasn't written as an apology, it was done to appease the guilt you've felt ever since you dropped me and ran in the arms of someone else before I could even turn my head.
When I shook your hand goodbye, I know it seemed weird to you but I did that with a purpose in mind. Consider us to be strangers. As far as I'm concerned, I moved here alone with no one with me. I sure as hell will not call attention to someone who claimed to have loved me so and then played with my heart and my feelings, only to run away because they were "confused." You are no more important to me than a random passenger on the train. You are no more important to me than the person in front of me at our local grocery store. If I make eye contact with you, it will be fleeting and with no emotion.
I wish you had stayed silent as the day I left.