Dear You,

 

Dear You,


I thought of writing you a handwritten letter today.

To ask how you’ve been, how your days have been lately.

To tell you that I still wonder if you’re doing okay,

If the weight on your shoulders has lessened,

If life has been kinder to you since you left.


But I hesitate,

Because I know you are no longer looking for my comfort.

And maybe, that’s okay.


Still, there are things I need to say, even if you never hear them.


I’m sorry.

For the things I did and didn’t do.

For the words I said and the ones I left unspoken.

For not realizing that maybe, in ways I didn’t see,

I was part of the reason you let go.


You walked away,

From all that we had,

From all that we could have been.

And though I may never understand fully why,

I know I have to accept it.


But please know this:

I appreciate you.

For all that you were to me,

For all that you are,

For all that you will become.


I miss you.

I have missed you.

Maybe I always will.


And no matter where life takes you,

Even from afar, I will always be rooting for you.

In the quietest ways, in the softest moments,

I will always support you,

Even if it means loving you in silence,

Even if it means letting you go.


I hope you find peace.

I hope you find happiness.

I hope life gives you everything you were looking for.


And if ever the world brings you back my way,

Know that a part of me will still be here,

Wishing you well,

Wishing you love.


Always,

B

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