don't come back to me, just come back

I had dreams last night about people I could have done without remembering. People like Saw and Buttercup and Pants. People I have loved that do not talk to me now. People that make me wonder, "what happened?" Regrets.
What do they regret about me? I know there must be things. I know I know I know. How could there not be? How could it rip me up inside and not effect them? I don't think that's how it works. We are not separate people. Those that I have loved and love still feel me. I still feel them too.
Why do I so happily give people second chances? Why do I give those chances to people who do not return the favor?
Who am I now?
Who are they?

How can I possibly go the rest of my life never hearing from them again?
I know.
It's not my choice anymore.