I do not know if this will ever reach you, but I need to say it. I am sorry.
I am sorry for the way things ended, for the words left unspoken, for the ones said in anger. I wish I had been wiser, more patient, more understanding. I wish I had held on when I should have and let go when it was time. Instead, I clung to my pride, to my version of the truth, without ever considering yours.
There were so many moments when I could have chosen kindness, but I let my ego take over. I should have listened more, understood more, loved better. You gave me a part of yourself, and I took it for granted.
I do not blame you for walking away. Maybe we were never meant to last, or maybe we were just too young to know how to love without hurting. But even now, after all this time, I carry the weight of my mistakes.
I hope you are happy. I hope life has been kind to you. And if nothing else, I hope you know that in the quiet corners of my heart, there is a place where I still whisper—I am sorry.