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Lately I’ve been seeing our story differently. Not as something that failed or fell apart, but as something that had to happen — for both of us. What we shared wasn’t just love; it was transformation. It forced us to face parts of ourselves we might’ve kept hidden otherwise.

You came into my life at a time when I was learning what real love costs — patience, sacrifice, and truth. Through you, I learned what it means to show up for someone even when my own heart was tired. You showed me resilience in ways words can’t describe. Living with what you face every day — diabetes, stress, the pressure to keep everything together — I saw strength that humbled me.

And I know I didn’t always make it easy. My emotions, my overthinking, my struggles with consistency — they got in the way sometimes. But I also believe that’s where the purpose hid: in the friction, in the breaking, in the lessons that only pain could teach.

I think now that maybe we were sent to each other not just to love, but to wake each other up. You reminded me of empathy, of gentleness, of what it means to care beyond myself. Maybe I reminded you of strength — of standing firm even when everything feels uncertain.

Whatever comes next for either of us, I want you to know I’m grateful. You helped me grow into a man more aware of his purpose — a man who’s learning that love isn’t always about holding on; sometimes it’s about letting go with gratitude.

If our paths diverge, I’ll carry your lessons with me. You’ll always be a part of the story that made me who I am — not out of regret, but out of recognition that what we shared was divine training.