To Eno...

A lot of you have been expecting me to say something about the post Eno made regarding our fallout and why things didn't work out between us.

The truth is, I wasn't perfect. In fact, some of what happened was my fault, and I take responsibility for that. At the time, I genuinely didn't know better, but that doesn't excuse my actions.

I made mistakes. I spoke to other women when I should have been more mindful of how my actions could be perceived, and I also raised my voice at her during moments when I should have handled things differently. For those things, I have already apologized, and I remain sorry.

There's one part of the story I'd like to clarify. The "date" that was mentioned wasn't actually a date. Someone from Substack recognized me at a restaurant and decided to keep me company while I was eating. She ordered her own meal, we had a conversation, and eventually took a few pictures together. She later posted those pictures online. When Eno saw the post and asked about it, I jokingly said that since she's taking forever to say yes, someone else was already trying to "snatch" me away. It was a joke, though I understand how it may have come across.

As for the nude photos, they were completely unsolicited. I never asked for them. They were sent after that encounter at the restaurant, and I had no prior expectation of receiving them from that lady. It came as a shock to me as well.

What surprised me was seeing the situation turned into a public post. I honestly wasn't expecting that. The aftermath was difficult for me. I received threats, harsh messages, and a lot of criticism from people who only knew one side of the story. Some reached out simply to insult me, call me names, or tell me what kind of person they believed I was. It took a toll on me.

That said, none of this changes the fact that I hurt someone I cared about. I understand why she felt the need to speak her truth, even if it was painful for me to experience.

I also want to address the yelling. I apologized because it was wrong. The reality is that I struggled with the rejection. I genuinely liked her—more than I probably let on. I admired so much about her, and accepting that things weren't going to work out was harder than I expected.

I don't even know why I'm making this post. Maybe it's because I've carried these thoughts around for a while and finally felt the need to say them.

If you happen to see this, Eno, I want you to know that I genuinely enjoyed the time we spent together. The movie date, the conversations, the late-night calls, your laughter, the relatable reels, your giggles, the way you'd drag out "okayyyyyy" when you were amused, and the way you'd say "Mideeeeeee" whenever you were trying to make me see your point.

I miss our random debates over someone's Substack post, the gossip that somehow turned into serious discussions, and the little moments that probably seemed insignificant at the time but now linger in my memory. Those are the things I find myself reminiscing about every now and then.

Despite how everything ended, I'm grateful those moments happened.

And yes, I finally learned how to make my own bread. Thank you for the recipe, for your patience while teaching me, and for helping me get it right. Every now and then, that memory still makes me smile.

I don't expect anything from this post. I just felt it was important to acknowledge my mistakes, clarify a few things, and say what I've been meaning to say for a while.

Please take care of yourself, Eno, and stay safe.🌹🌹