Dear you…

Today we came back and we fought. We weren’t in a good place, and I know I didn’t meet you in a good way. I was awful. I hate that this is how we landed after everything. I’m sorry….. I really am…

I’m sorry we have to fight at all. I’m sorry for the way I show up when I’m angry and how sharp I can be, how far I pull away. It’s not what I want for us. It’s not who I want to be with you.

I want to do this right. I want to fight better, if that’s even possible to not fight against you, but through things, together. I want to stay soft even when things are hard. I want to meet you with kindness, even when I’m hurting. Even when I feel rough or lost inside myself.

I know words can’t fix everything. But I mean this one fully…….I’m sorry. And I want to be better for us..

v/r,
I