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I can feel that there’s still something between us that neither of us has fully said out loud. Maybe I’m wrong about what you’re feeling, and I won’t pretend I can know what’s happening inside of you. But I know what I feel, and I know what our connection meant to me.
I never told you that once I knew you were truly choosing me, I would have given you infinite access to my soul—to my trust, my loyalty, my honesty, and my whole heart. You know me well enough to know that when I say something with conviction, I mean it. Maybe that kind of certainty scared you. Maybe what we had scared you. Maybe what happened afterward did. I don't know.
And I don't want the story to become that I simply left you. You left me. I was left trying to understand why, and there are things I may never know the answer to.
But if there are things you're afraid to tell me, you don't have to be afraid of me.
You don't have to come to me perfectly. You don't have to have the right words. You don't have to defend yourself or pretend you didn't hurt me. And you don't have to pretend I didn't hurt you either.
I don't need perfection from you. I need you to show up as yourself.
I want us to be people with each other again—not versions of ourselves hiding behind pride, fear, distance, or whatever story we've had to tell ourselves to survive this.
So if there's anything left unsaid, I'm willing to hear it. Honestly. Completely. Without trying to punish you for telling me the truth.
I'm not asking you to promise me anything. I'm not asking you to come back.
I'm just giving you one place where you don't have to be afraid to be honest with me.
If you want to clear the air, I'm here. And if you don't, I'll respect that too.
Just experience being human with me for the first time in months please.
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