We are all humans, Aqsa. Breathing, living, finite heartbeats. One day all of this just… stops. And somewhere in that limited time, I knew what we had was real. Something that mattered. Mattered a lot to the both of us.
And while I tried to stepped back in the last few days… it was not because I didn’t care, but because I was trying, really really trying not to make things worse between us…you didn't see that and you chose to say all of this to me.
You called me manipulative. You said I fake my emotions.
You said my “I love yous” are empty… that none of this was ever real.
Do you understand what that did to me?
You didn’t just question me… you erased me and everything I did.
Every explanation I gave you became “defence.” Everything I did for you became an “act.” Every effort I made became fake. And somehow only yours counted. I've always appreciated everything you did without an expectation from you. But the least you could have done was not reduced me to “all talk.”
You said I never understood you, that I never even tried.
And that’s what breaks me the most… because I did try.
And I know I wasn’t there for you in that moment when you called and were puking, and I didn’t show up the way you needed me to. You needed me, not the space I gave. I get that, and I am guilty of that.
I’m still trying to understand. But in my own way, I know it's not the best because it's not working, but I am trying to understand your perspectives and world.
Even now, I go back and read everything again and again trying to understand you trying to see where I failed you. Trying to figure out... nevermind.
And when I stayed silent just to stop things from getting worse between us… you turned that into proof that I don’t care.
You said I left you.
How?
How did I leave you when I was still there even after being blocked, ignored, pushed away. I stayed.
I never attacked you for that. Not once.
You said I broke your heart, and then you said none of this was ever real.
And then you said… that if it was about sex, I would’ve been different and not defensive.
Do you know what that felt like?
Like everything I was to you got reduced into something small, something cheap and inelegant.
Like the version of me you chose to believe in that moment, was never me at all.
I heard everything you said, Aqsa.
Every word.
You're forgiven, but it caused irreversible damage.
That no matter how much I tried no matter how much of myself I put into this it still isn’t enough for you to feel it because my actions screw up what my intentions want.
I told you I would punish myself. And I am at hell's gates as I type this, even when you called me just a few minutes ago.
But because I don’t know what to do with something that meant this much to me and still ended like this.
Maybe myself in the process is just what happens when you care this deeply and it still doesn’t reach the other person.
I will remember this forever. I will give up whatever mattered to me the most in these recent months. Maybe losing myself is the way for you to realize how much this meant to me because maybe words were not enough to describe them.
I don’t know anymore.
I just… don’t.
-Cay :(