Friends?

I want to be friends; you won't let me. I don't know what I did, but I obviously did something to hurt you or piss you off and I'm sorry about it. I don't need to know what I did, I just need to know how to fix it. How? It just feels, to me, that you don't care anymore. Don't care about me. It wouldn't come as any real surprise because I've done a lot of things to hurt you and I've made a lot of mistakes. You talked to me for a week or two, then you stopped; that made me sad. Before, nobody ever really wanted, or seemed to want, to know me; you seemed to and I wanted that, I still want that. But, I'll be fine just so long as you will be my friend. That's all I really want, well, I also want you to be happy. If you are happier without me, I will try to be happy for you. If you are happier with me, I'd really like to be your friend. Nothing more, nothing less.