I regret causing you pain. It hurts me too. I’m sorry for the times I reacted from fear instead of love. I’m sorry for the moments I withdrew instead of communicating, for trying to control what I should have trusted. I’m learning now — learning to listen better, to slow down, to speak with care instead of panic. My apology is no longer just words; it’s growth, progress, and It’s change.
I cannot undo what happened, and I will not pretend that my mistakes did not shake everything. I am not asking you to forget it. I am just asking you to see that I’m genuinely trying to be better. Loving you the way you’ve always deserved. But I’m not sorry for loving deeply. I’m not sorry for having needs, for wanting something steady and true. Loving you taught me that.
Losing you feels like carrying a weight I cannot put down. Every memory we shared still lives in me; our parking lots talks that led to our first kiss, countless miles driven to events where I gleamed with pride, and dinners waiting for you to walk through the door and tell me about your day and workout. I do not want to lose you.
Because when I look at you, I see what others missed or took for granted. I see a whole beautiful universe — your strength, your heart, your kindness, the quiet ways you love. I am the lucky one who got to see those wonderful things up close. And I will always be grateful for that.
You were not my first everything — but you were the first person who made me feel like I was enough and loved. The first one to show me what love is supposed to feel like. Even if one day I become just a memory to you, you will never be one to me. Losing you feels like losing a part of myself, because loving you changed me in the best ways.
They say to find someone who is proud to have you, afraid to lose you, willing to fight for you, who values and loves you without conditions. That is how I feel about you. I am proud of you. I value you. I am in awe of you. And I love you — without conditions.
If your heart has even a little space left for me, give me one last chance to love you the way you have always deserved. I will be here, waiting for when you are ready to talk.
No matter what happens, you will always be my person not because I’m holding on to the past, but because what we had was real. And real love doesn’t disappear. It transforms, it teaches, it stays.
And I will always love you.
Minding my mind 