Dear Sonisha,
I sincerely ask you—please don’t criticize me this time. Just listen to me. See me for who I truly am. Try to understand where I’m coming from.
I know you have every right to feel hurt, confused, or even angry. You can judge me if you must. But please, know that this letter is from my heart.
Yes, I know he’s your fiancé. And I know how this looks. But I need you to hear the full story.
That day, I came to your place, and I found him lying down—weak, sick, and clearly in distress. I couldn't just walk away. I tried to help—gave him water, tried to steady him—but he could barely stand. So I helped him to the bedroom, and when he couldn't manage on his own, I did what I thought was right. I cleaned him up, scrubbed his back. It wasn’t easy for me, Sonisha. But I thought you'd understand, knowing the bond we've had for 19 years.
I never intended for anything else to happen. I swear that with everything in me. But in that vulnerable moment, something unexpected happened. It wasn't planned. I’m not trying to excuse it—I’m just being honest.
Please try to understand that I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to betray you. It just… happened. He was sick, and he needed someone. I thought you would see that.
Sonisha, if there's any space left in your heart for our friendship, please forgive me. I value what we’ve shared all these years, and I never wanted it to end like this.
With all sincerity,
Amanda Pen