A text message I couldn't send

A year ago almost to the minute I gave you a letter detailing all of the things I wanted you to apologize to me for. I don't know who I was to demand that. I love you, even if you frustrate me. I don't know anymore, maybe I should've apologized. I've stuck to my story and I thought that was enough, but sometimes I can't help but wonder if maybe you were the one that was right. I don't know and it hurts me to know that we hate each other over something neither of us remembers. I kind of wish you were the same person you used to be, but I'm not really the same person either.