Putting the Puzzle back together

Let me come out and say that there's no doubt in anyone who knows me that I love you, including you. Anyone who has come in contact with me I am grateful for having met you, and that I respect your decision, to an extent I even welcome it. The way I see it, things are happening for you. You went back to college, work out, look stunning, and you're not crying on the phone. I may have been acting out of pain whenever I've been mean, initially I was so emotionally fragile and nowadays I feel less needy, more focused, like my old self. I have you to thank for, that I would go on suffering like we were all because of love. And I know we love (or loved) one another, except we showed it in different ways. To me, loving you meant many good things and I'm not an angel, got a temper, get angry and have a take-no-prisoners attitude. If I were to insist in the possibility of something between us, I would've ran over there by now. I, too, needed the space and the time to work on my own self. Like I said, I've been under a lot of stress at work, my mind has been wandering for way to long, men too get hormonal with their babies. It impacts both the father and the mother, and I may have been neglecting my body due to all the unnecessary stress and melodramatic fights we had, full of drama and shame. Of course, I see now what I couldn't have seen before: it wasn't a bad idea. Yours was an extreme version of mine. It hasn't been easy on either one of us. We used blame and ridicule and shame and guilt and jealousy and mixed it up with anger and then we'd blown to pieces. Now we can pick up our pieces and really settle once we put, independently, the puzzle back together.