hey, tiesha. how've you been? dead, i hope? so i can join you. Here's the message I wanted to give you on 3/18/26, but by then, you changed your number: 'I’ve just thought of all the most beautiful ways to tell you these things, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted that or a candid answer. I realize I don’t care what you want from me anymore because you simply don’t want me. But I want to tell you these things. So will you please let me? Haven’t we come far enough? Hasn’t it been long enough? Please. Let me. Let me be weak in front of you. I want you to be my sanctuary since I have none. I don’t want to quit. Quitting you, is like quitting trying to get better. Do you not realize the impact your words have on me? When you tell me I’m strong even though I want to be weak in your presence, I have no choice but to break myself further just so you can see. When you say I’m a priority but you leave me high and dry, I chase after you thinking I did something wrong.'