Dear my Bluebird,
Tonight I wrote letters to those who have left me somewhat less than before, and one to another who has helped me put myself back together again.
Tonight I realized that that's okay, because what they took are not things that could not be replaced or renewed or bettered.
I know the subjects of pt. 1 and pt. 3 will upset you. I know you dislike the people they are addressed to. And I do not blame you. There's no reason for you to like them, especially as I have been left in the condition I have been left in.
I also know you will read this in the morning.
But I love you. I hope you know that your kindness and protective nature is something so new and beautiful to me. I hope you know that I appreciate you and everything you are and that you do. I also hope you know that I find you brave and brilliant. Hearing you speak about anything that fascinates you, really, stimulates a part of my heart that has never found so much joy in hearing another human being be.
I might not sleep tonight, but I might not have to. As long as I remember the feeling of your fingers intertwined with mine, some type of peace will be found tonight.
Yours truly,
your Hummingbird
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
Dear my Bluebird,
Tonight I wrote letters to those who have left me somewhat less than before, and one to another who has helped me put myself back together again.
Tonight I realized that that's okay, because what they took are not things that could not be replaced or renewed or bettered.
I know the subjects of pt. 1 and pt. 3 will upset you. I know you dislike the people they are addressed to. And I do not blame you. There's no reason for you to like them, especially as I have been left in the condition I have been left in.
I also know you will read this in the morning.
But I love you. I hope you know that your kindness and protective nature is something so new and beautiful to me. I hope you know that I appreciate you and everything you are and that you do. I also hope you know that I find you brave and brilliant. Hearing you speak about anything that fascinates you, really, stimulates a part of my heart that has never found so much joy in hearing another human being be.
I might not sleep tonight, but I might not have to. As long as I remember the feeling of your fingers intertwined with mine, some type of peace will be found tonight.
Yours truly,
your Hummingbird
Letters make me feel better sometimes.
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