Thirdly

I’ve been trying to stay quiet because I don’t want to overwhelm you or make you feel like I’m dragging you back into something you’re trying to heal from. But silence hasn’t given me peace — it has only made the truth clearer. And at this point, I feel like keeping everything inside would be more disrespectful than simply being honest with you.

I miss you. soo much

Not in the loud, dramatic kind of way people exaggerate when they want attention….....

but in the quiet, real way that hits you when you’re washing your face in the morning, or when the day ends and the room feels too silent.

It’s the kind of missing that sits in your chest impossible to ignore.

I miss the little things more than anything.

The way you said my name like it had a different meaning,

the way your voice softened without you even noticing,

the way we could talk about nothing and still feel like it mattered.

I miss the comfort you brought without effort just by being you.

There was a calm in your presence that balanced me in ways I didn’t fully appreciate until it disappeared.

These weeks apart have taught me things about myself that I didn’t want to admit.

I acted out of emotion too often.

I reacted instead of thinking.

I let pride speak louder than patience,

and I let frustration overshadow the love I should’ve shown more clearly.

You didn’t deserve the parts of me that were messy and unfiltered.

You deserved the version of me that knew how to handle things gently and I failed at that.

But this time apart has humbled me.

It forced me to really sit with my actions, my attitude, my flaws.

It made me realize how much growing up I still needed to do, not just for us, but for myself.

And I want you to know that I’m not saying these things to sound like the “changed person” everyone pretends to be when they want you back.

I’m saying it because facing myself has genuinely been uncomfortable but necessary.

I’ve learned that care isn’t about being perfect; it’s about being accountable.

Love isn’t about winning arguments; it’s about choosing understanding again and again.

And I didn’t choose that enough when it mattered.

I’m not writing this to ask you to forget the past.

I’m not asking you to pretend the hurt didn’t happen or to sweep everything under a rug.

You have every right to feel how you feel.

You have every right to protect your heart.

But I’m asking sincerely, gently for you to reconsider giving us another chance.

(And i can promise it wont happen again.... )

Not to repeat what we had,

but to rebuild something better, something grounded in patience, communication, and growth.

I want to make things right not through promises, but through actions.

Slowly.

Steadily.

In a way you can feel rather than just hear.

I want to show you I can handle conflict with maturity,

that I can speak with calm,

that I can love with understanding instead of reacting with emotion.

And yes… I feel empty without you.

Not because I think you complete me but because your presence added something real to my life that didn’t feel ordinary or replaceable.

Your absence isn’t just a missing person; it’s a missing energy, a missing warmth.

Nothing has filled that space, no matter how busy I try to be.

If there is even the smallest part of you even 1% that still wonders “what if,”

then please… let’s talk again.

Let’s take things slow.

Let’s build something healthier, more mature, more intentional than what we had before.

Not by rushing, not by forcing, but by choosing each other with better hearts and clearer minds.

And if you feel like you truly can’t,

if the door is closed in a way you don’t want to reopen,

I’ll accept it.

I’ll respect it.

I won’t make things harder for you,

This would be my last writing here .

But at least I’ll know I told you the truth the full truth instead of leaving things unsaid and regretting it from now.

Just know this:

You mattered to me in a way I didn’t say enough.

You still matter.

And if life gives us one more chance even a small one I’m ready to show you a better version of me, and a better version of us.

__me