Past Returns

I died a little today when that fateful sound erupted from my computer.
That sound that announces you have mail.
When I looked I saw it.
That title.
Those words I thought I would never see again.
Your words.
Your name.
You told me you missed me and you had been to weak to see things through.
My heart says 'I forgive you'.
My mind says 'Piss off'.
Which one should I listen to?
How can I survive again?
How can I let you into my heart?
How can I not?
Why can't I turn you away?
Why can I not hate you?
I died a little today because you killed me.
You killed me and I like it.