I Was a Bad Friend to You

I've been sitting with this for a while now, and I need to say it straight: I was a bad friend to you, and I'm sorry. I know I let you down when you needed me, and instead of showing up, I was the kind of person you couldn't count on. That's on me, and it weighs on me.

You deserved better than how I treated you. You deserved someone who had your back, and I wasn't that person. I can see now how my actions hurt you, and I hate that I did that.

I want to be better — not just for you, but because that's who I actually want to be. I can't undo what happened, but I can promise you that I'm going to do the real work to show up differently. You mean too much to me to let this sit.