I know you've gone on holiday, but I didn't think that meant I stopped being important. I told you that I'd had a nightmare, and all you said was "I'm sorry", you didn't ask if I was okay, you didn't ask what it was about. I dreamt that I cheated on you, and honestly, it felt so, so good to have someone notice me, and I felt/feel so guilty about this. I know your libido has been damaged because of your medication, but I had a stroke last year, and the complete lack of intimacy, the complete lack of compassion, has left me feeling unwanted, broken and so alone. I needed you to take an interest, I needed you to care in that moment, but you didn't do either of those things, you just said sorry and hoped I'd leave it.
I'm sorry that I'm such a burden, I'm sorry that I'm not attractive enough for you, I'm sorry that I'm not enough for you to want to fight for. I love you, with everything I've got, and I'm sorry that you don't feel the same.