I know I broke his heart. I see it in his eyes every time he looks at me—like something inside him shattered, something I can never fully piece back together. The realization that I caused that pain is like a knife twisting in my chest. I betrayed the person who loved me unconditionally, who trusted me without question, and now that trust is gone.

But I refuse to let this mistake destroy us. What we had was real, and I’m not willing to walk away from it, no matter how broken things feel right now. I made a choice I deeply regret, but I’m making another choice now: to fight for us. To fight for him. To fight for the life we built together, even if it feels like it’s hanging by a thread.

I know words alone aren’t enough—they’re hollow after what I’ve done. So I’ve made it my mission to show him, every day, that I’m committed to earning his trust back. I’ve started being more transparent, sharing my thoughts and feelings even when it’s uncomfortable. I’ve faced his anger and sadness head-on, letting him express his hurt without running away or shutting down.

I’m willing to do whatever it takes—whether it’s giving him space, attending therapy together, or simply being patient while he decides if he can forgive me. I know I can’t undo the past, but I believe in the strength of our love. I believe that if we both hold on, even just a little, we can come out of this stronger than before. He’s worth it. We’re worth it.