Breaking Promises and Asking for Another Chance

I know I let you down when it mattered most. You gave me eight months to show up differently, and I didn't move fast enough—I didn't move at all in the ways that counted. That's on me. I hate that I made you wait, that I made you hope, and then didn't deliver.

But I need you to hear this: this time is different. I'm not saying that lightly or because I'm desperate to fix things between us. I'm saying it because I've finally understood what I couldn't seem to grasp before—that changing for you means actually changing myself, not just promising to try. That takes real work, and I'm doing it.

I can't undo these eight months, but I can prove with my actions who I'm becoming. I know words are what got me here in the first place, so I'm going to let what I do speak instead. You deserve someone who shows up, not someone who just says he will. Let me be that person.

I'm sorry, Sanofer. Truly.