I didn't write this book to bring her back.I wrote it because I owed her the truth-a truth I never learned to speak while she was still mine.This is not a love story.This is the story after the love story.The story of a boy who loved quietly, a girl who loved too deeply, and the slow unraveling of something beautifulbecause he couldn't understand her heartuntil after she was gone.In My Apology: The Truth I Owe Her, I revisit the moments I didn't hold enough, the silences I didn't fill, the signs I didn't read, and the quiet ways she kept breakingwhile I kept assuming she was fine.Her fading messages.Her shrinking warmth.Her tired eyes.Her soft goodbyes.Her final letting go.I write now because I didn't know how to love back then.I write because she deserved better than the version of me she got.And I write because some truths, once finally spoken, are the only apology we can giveto the people we lost too late.If you've ever loved someone the wrong way, or realized the truth only after the goodbye-this confession is for you too.