Dear D,

I’ve been thinking a lot since we started talking again. I’ve noticed the weight you carry—the kind that’s hard to put into words, let alone share. I wrote these poems not because I know exactly what you’re feeling, but because I’ve been in a place where I wished someone would have done the same for me.

Sometimes, when we’re struggling, we just want to feel seen—not fixed, not advised, but truly seen. That’s what these words are meant to do. They’re not solutions or answers, but reflections of the emotions I imagine someone like you—strong, raw, and enduring—might carry.

I know this might seem unexpected, but it comes from a place of deep respect for your strength and what I sense you’ve had to navigate. You don’t need to respond or even tell me if it resonates. Just know that someone cares enough to see you, even in the moments you might feel invisible.

If these words bring you any comfort or clarity, I’ll be grateful for that. And if they don’t, I hope they at least remind you that your feelings are valid, and your story matters.

With care,
Charan.