Nyah

Nyah was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I destroyed her. I broke her trust with lies, empty promises, and half-hearted apologies. I let my selfishness overshadow her kindness, took her loyalty for granted, and acted like she’d always be there, no matter how many times I walked away. I made her feel small, unworthy—like her love was a burden instead of the gift it was. I ignored her pain, twisted the truth, and left her questioning her own worth. Now, I stand before her, knowing I can never undo the damage, but I need her to hear it—I was wrong, and I’m sorry.