This is the third time now in six years, from the same person.

The first time I could sort of understand. I had no idea what was going on in their life at the time, but I learned long after what had went down. I had been, lets say, among a prison line up of possible suspects for a social crime. I was innocent, but it's rather hard to prove a negative; especially when you don't know the crime. So I was blocked. I imagine word was spread, as I soon found myself as a pariah among our shared circle of friends. Any contacts we shared left me, and I was left wondering why.

Months to a year went by, and they contacted me again. It was short and to the point. I asked what my crime was, "why was a I blocked without reason?". I got the simple answer, "If you don't know why, that's why". I was blocked, for the second time, immediately following. I would hate to be found guilty of an actual crime under that reasoning.

Five years pass.

I had thought about them every so often, wondering how their life was going, still wondering what my crime was. Out of the blue, they seek me out again. They tell me what happened to them, apologize for blocking me all those years ago. They still don't know who committed the crime, but they are willing to trust me, or so it felt. We reconnected, it was great, I was happy again, they seemed happy again. Then very shortly it started to decay. I know they moved, got a difficult job, etc. But that's truly all I knew. I don't know their social media, I don't know their name, I don't know their friends. I never asked, I never do. Anything beyond our little chat box is a mystery.

One day, the responses stopped coming. I asked once a day what was wrong, then once a week, then once a month. Now I've been unfriended. And again, I do not know why. Why have you done this to me, for a third time? If you don't what to be friends, I can respect that decision. I just want a reason. All I ever wanted was closure.

Are you wounded inside, and this is the only way you know how to deal with it?
Do you still think I'm guilty, and this was all just to try and make me confess to a crime I did not commit?
Is life in the way, and you have to stop being you?

Am I not worth suffering through a few words, to ease a lifetime of questions?

I just want to know, and I don't think you're ever going to tell me.

And that kills me inside.