Hurting You Without Meaning To

I know I hurt you, and I hate that I did—even if it wasn't on purpose. I've been telling myself that maybe you'd moved past it, that your silence meant it didn't matter anymore. But that was me being a coward, wasn't it? I was looking for a reason to let myself off the hook instead of just facing what I'd done.

The truth is, I was scared. I'm still scared. Losing you terrifies me more than anything, and sometimes when I'm afraid, I do stupid things like convince myself that things are fine when they're not. But that's not fair to you. You deserved me to check in, to ask if you were okay, to actually care about how I made you feel—not to just assume.

I'm genuinely sorry. Not just for hurting you, but for then disappearing into my own head and leaving you hanging. You matter too much to me to treat this lightly. I want to hear what you're feeling, and I want to actually listen this time—not look for an escape route.