I’ve been carrying this for a long time and I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to say it out loud.
A few years ago, I made a decision that hurt someone who truly trusted me. At that time, I thought I was doing what was best for myself, but now I realize it was selfish.
They never knew the truth. They still think things just “happened,” but the reality is—I could have stopped it. I could have been honest. I could have chosen differently.
Sometimes I see them doing well in life, and I feel both happy and guilty at the same time.
I don’t expect forgiveness, because they don’t even know what I did.
But the guilt stays with me every day.
I just wanted to say this somewhere… even if no one knows who I am.
