before i let you go, i hope you know that i truly tried my best to make this work. i gave what i could, in the ways i knew how— holding on during the uncertain moments, choosing us even when it felt difficult, and believing that somehow we could find our way back to something whole. not everything was perfect, and i know k wasn't either, but my intentions were always real, and my effort never came from anywhere but a place of love. letting you go doesn't mean i didn't care enough-it means i cared so much that i can no longer hold onto something that isn't growing the way it should. i'm choosing to release us with honesty rather than stay with quiet regret. and even as i walk away, a part of me will always carry what we had, not as a failure, but as something i fought for with everything i had.