The Text

He texted me on the first day of the New Year. Apologetic, he pleaded for my forgiveness. His words, as meaningless as they are, flustered me. 

Beep, one text makes its way to my cellular device:
“Hey, please don’t be upset.”
What ensues are excuses masked by meaningless words delivered as texts to my cellular device. 
How can his texts make me feel a combination of sadness, anger, and longing all at once?
Yes, I do miss him. Yes, I still do have feelings for him. But no, I will not accept you back into my life. You’re not deserving of me. 
Still moving on. Still done with you.