Your time and attention meant more to me than anything else, but the latter faded because I failed to engage and captivate it.

We spent a lot of time together — nearly every Friday evening to Monday morning as well as Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve holidays. We went on short trips to New York as well as New Jersey. You generously gave your precious time to me.

But I also wanted your attention. On Friday nights, when you picked me up from the train station, quietly, I wished you’d hang up the phone with your co-worker and chat with me. On Saturday and Sunday mornings at your home, we’d sit in the front room and drink coffee — mine with lots of sugar and cream. Inevitably, the moments would pass as you looked at your iPhone to check Facebook or the prices of real estate. Inevitably, I would pick up my phone and read about politics or sports. We were in the same room, but our attention was elsewhere. During the final months of our relationship, the phone calls during your drive home from work became the exception to what was the rule.

I am not disparaging you. You are an amazing woman. I dutifully accept some of the blame. I should have said or done something to attempt to command your attention. At the time, I was not emotionally aware or focused enough to diagnose the problem. I consistently allowed myself to be distracted by the current events in my life and foolishly did not take a deep breath.

Perhaps, the situation was an indictment of me or the relationship. I wanted more from you. I mistakenly thought I needed more from you when, in fact, I needed more from me.