Truth be told, I find myself grappling with the weight of my shortcomings, feeling like I've fallen short once again. Each misstep, each stumble along the way, has inexplicably led me to this moment with you. Yet, I never intended to disappoint you or anyone else. It's become a recurring pattern of mine, this tendency to inadvertently push away those who matter most. I become too much, too intense, and inevitably, people reach a breaking point.
I don't seek forgiveness for the intensity with which I love, for when my heart truly engages, it does so with unbridled passion. But I do regret the unintended consequences of that intensity—the ways it may have pushed you away, caused you discomfort, or instilled fear. For that, I am deeply sorry.
All I've ever wanted, and continue to want, is to build something meaningful with you. Yet, I realize now that healing requires space, a distance I must respect even as it pains me. I don't know how long this journey of healing will take, but I understand it's necessary.
You have been the hardest person for me to let go of, to move past, and I confess, I'm not there yet. I don't want to erase you from my life; I don't want to lose what we've shared. Instead, I hope for understanding, patience, and perhaps one day, reconciliation. Until then, know that I carry your memory with me, hoping for a future where we can rebuild what once was, stronger and more resilient than before.
Please forgive me for my faults and the ways I've faltered. I'm learning, albeit slowly, that love sometimes means giving space, even when every fiber of my being yearns to hold on tightly.
savage
