For you
A letter, set to our song.
Turn your sound on if you can. Then take your time - there's no rush here.
A soft piano, in the key of “Yellow”
For you
I'm sorry.
I wrote this the only way I knew how to say it properly. No rush. Just scroll, and let the music carry it.
Before anything else
You are my favourite person.
That has been true for a long time, and it is still true now - through the part of this I got wrong. This little letter is me slowing down to say it the way I should have all along.
The journey
Look how good we've been.
Not a highlight reel - just us, being us. This is the friendship I am fighting to protect.
The long drives
Windows down, no destination, you in the passenger seat picking the songs.
The slow afternoons
A corner table, two drinks gone cold because we forgot them, talking for hours.
The messy kitchen
Flour everywhere, laughing at whatever we were trying to make that day.
The ordinary days
Nothing special happening, and somehow they were still my favourites.
“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.”
in the spirit of Yellow
Then I got it wrong
You were honest. I was cruel.
You told me the truth - that you didn't want to risk us, that the friendship and the future we have mattered too much to gamble. That was brave, and it was kind. And I answered it with sharp words I can't take back. I let my own hurt turn into something that hurt you. I'm not proud of who I was in that moment.
What I should have said
So here it is, honestly.
I'm sorry for how I reacted. You didn't reject me - you protected something rare, and I repaid that with coldness.
I'm sorry I made an honest moment feel unsafe. You should always be able to tell me the truth.
Your friendship is not a backup plan or a consolation. It is the real thing - the thing I'd choose first, every time.
I'd rather have a whole life of you laughing beside me than a single thing I tried to force.
I don't need to be more than your best friend. I just never want to be less.
From here
Let's find our way back.
No pressure and no expectations - only me, showing up better. At your pace, for as long as it takes.
I'll listen first
Before I react. Your ‘no’ will always be safe with me.
I'll show up
The cafe afternoons, the kitchen messes, the long drives - all of it, still ours.
I'll be patient
Trust gets rebuilt slowly. I'm okay with slow, as long as it's with you.
And so I wrote this
It was all yellow.
Everything good in this story looks warm because of you. I'm sorry I dimmed it for a moment. Thank you for being my best friend. I'm not going anywhere.
Forgive me?