All I Am Asking For Is One Real Conversation

You are probably just finishing work, so I want to say the things I have been carrying around.

I never thought about giving up on us, and I never thought about leaving you. I have always believed that real love is not something you drop when you are tired, or put down when it gets difficult.

I know I disappointed you. I know I said things that hurt you, and that I often made you feel exhausted. But I need you to know that I have always loved you, and you have always been the most important person in my life.

I am sorry that I cared so much and still could not express it properly. I misread you, argued with you, asked you to report where you were and send videos, and never once thought about how that felt from your side.

Since we split, I have not been trying to think about you. But it happens anyway — a moment arrives, my chest tightens, and I cannot stop crying. The memories come back all at once, and it is unbearable.

You were genuinely in my heart. If there is never another chance, then this is something I will have to keep quietly for the rest of my life. I know I am stubborn and bad at reading people. But what I felt for you was real.

You said being with me felt like talking to an AI. Was it like that from the very beginning? Is there really no part of you that believes I meant it? That thought hurts more than the breakup itself.

I did share my everyday life with you. You may have found it boring, but every time you shared yours with me, I was genuinely happy. Maybe you were already tired from work, and I kept pushing at the wrong moments and adding weight to your day. That part is on me.

I know your job is hard. I just never said it out loud. You thought I did not care. I thought about you constantly.

Can we please have one proper conversation? Even if it is the last one. I am asking you.