I don’t know what more I could have done for you. Maybe I cared too much, maybe I stayed too long, maybe I kept trying when there was nothing left to fix. I replay moments sometimes the things I said, the efforts I made, the silences I accepted. And still, it feels like it was never enough. But maybe that’s the truth about some people, no matter how much you give, they only remember what you couldn’t. So now I don’t question what more I could have done. I remind myself that I gave with honesty, and that should have been enough.