One day.

One day we will talk and maybe work things out, but we'll never be the same. We'll be something different - not bad, just not the way it used to be.

One day, I promised myself that I would call you if I got that job, and I promised that I would apologize for all of those things I didn't do. I promised myself that I would call you and be the bigger person and put myself aside and ask to go back to being close. But time passes and I'm not the same person I was. You should know how that is.
I'm not the same person, and now I don't want that job anymore. Does that mean I never get to call you?
Maybe not, but you never call me, either.

Maybe you didn't burn the bridge, but you helped me build this wall.