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Letters to Myself 1

Sometimes I write to you when I’m sad but today, I write to you from all the love and joy that is coursing through me. From the place of opportunity and abundance I find myself in. I miss you but I no longer feel consumed by this longing. I feel excited and oddly rejuvenated. Dickens: "the pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again" And it is the meeting again I find myself focused on. The pain of being torn away, although there is now more akin to a faint smell that lingers on well past when you've left the room. This lingering reminds me I’m human. And for that I am grateful. Because no pain holds me in its grips anymore, for I have turned myself into water that easily slips through the cage meant to hold me. - Know that I am sending you love from my heart and warmth from my soul. I hope this provides you strength and shelter, however brief. Till we meet, M
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Rhye
Published
Feb 2, 2022
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#depression#love#soul#beauty#letters#reunited#everlasting
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