Liza, I’ve rewritten this so many times in my head. But silence feels heavier than honesty, so I’m choosing to speak — gently, truthfully, and without any expectations. If I’ve hurt you in any way — through my words, my emotions, my impatience, or even my intentions — I am deeply, genuinely sorry. Not the kind of sorry that wants forgiveness immediately, but the kind that understands the weight of its mistakes. Sometimes emotions overflow faster than wisdom. Sometimes care turns into fear, and fear turns into pressure. I’m learning that now, and I accept my part in it completely. No excuses, only accountability. When I spoke about starting fresh, about something “beyond lives,” it wasn’t about escaping reality. It was about letting go of everything that weighed us down — misunderstandings, expectations, ego — and meeting each other again as two humans, without labels or demands. Before anything else, I respect you. I respect your beliefs, your values, your boundaries, and your silence. If distance brings you peace, I honor that, even if it hurts me. Please believe me: I never wanted to cross lines that mattered to you. If I did, it wasn’t because I didn’t care — it was because I cared without enough understanding. And that’s something I’m truly sorry for. This message is not asking you to come back or explain yourself. It’s simply my heart standing honestly in front of you, owning its flaws, and letting go with dignity. If you read this and feel nothing, I understand. If you read this and feel hurt, I am sorry. If you never respond, I will still respect you. All I wish for you is peace — real peace. You deserve that, with or without me in your life. Take care of yourself, always. My intentions toward you were never impure — only imperfect.