I'll leave this space for grief. For it deserves an amplitude of grief I have yet to unpack and offer.
The way things blew up -- that's my fault.
It was arrogance, ego, narcissism. Fuelled by the fallacy of sunk cost and an impulsiveness which continues to serve me like a double-edged sword.
Communication wasn't an issue until it was. Then, we got lost in translation, and I asked for too much. Even then, it was kindness and empathy which I tore apart.
But it was a necessary change, I do still believe it wasn't the right fit for me, and I know you claimed it was enough. I am comforted by the fact that any one will be better than me for you.
In the name of peace, healing over old scars, and cherishing core memories of utmost comfort, I wish you well.