A note, just for you
Hey, Veekshitha…
I didn't want to just text you.
I wanted you to feel this.
I've been thinking
I've sat with what happened…
and I see it clearly now.
What I sent, hurt you. It reminded you of pain
you never deserved to carry in the first place.
That's on me. Fully.
Not the kind of sorry you say to fill silence.
The kind that aches — because I genuinely
wish I'd done better by you.
I'm sorry for the hurt. Every bit of it.
No excuses
I could explain what I was thinking
in that moment…
But I won't. Because you don't owe me
the space to defend myself right now.
You owe me nothing. And I mean that.
Your peace, above all
You asked for time and space…
And I'm not going to chip away at that
with messages or pressure or need.
Your healing matters more
than my discomfort with waiting.
From the quiet inside me
I just want you to feel safe.
Not pressured. Not guilty. Not small.
Just… safe.
What comes next
I'll be better.
Calmer. More careful. More aware
of how my words land on someone
who's already carried so much.
Not because I have to be.
Because you deserve it.
No pressure. No rush.
Whenever you're ready — or never —
that's okay too.
Just know someone out there
is rooting for your happiness, quietly.
— With care, always.