I want to say I’m sorry — not in the quick way people say it to move past something, but in the way that comes from the soul. I’ve had time to sit with everything… the moments I let anger, pride, or confusion speak louder than love. I can’t change the past, but I can face it. I owe you that.
There were times I let my wounds drive my words — times I acted like the world was still against me, even when all you wanted was peace. I see now how my walls made you feel unheard, how my silence made you feel unwanted. That was never my intention. Truth is, I was battling shadows — my own demons, doubts, and fears — and you just happened to be standing close enough to get hit by the crossfire.
You didn’t deserve that. You deserved the version of me that I’m still becoming — the man who pauses before reacting, who listens before defending, who loves without letting fear twist the meaning of it. I’m not that man yet, but I’m working on him every day.
I also want to thank you — because your presence, your prayers, and even your distance have been teachers. They forced me to look deeper, to confront the parts of myself I used to hide. You were a mirror showing me both my potential and my blind spots. And even when it hurt, that reflection helped me grow.
If forgiveness ever finds its way to me, I won’t take it lightly. But even if it doesn’t, I still want you to know this: I forgive myself for being lost, and I thank you for being part of the light that helped me find direction again.
I’m not asking for anything in return — just the chance to move forward in peace, carrying what I’ve learned, honoring what we shared, and respecting the space between us.
No matter where we go from here, a part of my spirit will always speak your name in gratitude. You helped wake up something sacred in me.
With love, accountability, and peace,
“Still learning. Still healing. Still grateful.”
VIAAVO
