I know about you and Ari, and everything that has happened throughout February, March, and now into April. I know you think I cheated and never truly loved you, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
People think I’m clueless about what’s happening, and they speak freely as though I’m invisible unable to defend myself. I sent you that text, hoping for a lifeline. I regret every moment I didn’t reach out sooner when I should have. What Hurts me the most is the thought that you might carry this belief with you forever: that I never cared, never loved you. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth. There’s nothing I can do to change what you think of me now, nothing I can say to prove my innocence or make you believe how much you meant to me. But the truth, Guido, is that you will always be the love of my life. Nothing you do nothing that happens will ever change that. No matter how much time passes. I hope you’re okay, even if I can’t be.