My Darling,

It hurts, all I understand too late. Each lesson learned a hard way — it scars me. I suck in a deep breath and keep pushing forward, though every part of me shouts in resistance. And when does the heart sleep, softly? When is it held gently, tenderly, dare I even say… lovingly? Will it ever see peace, when even the best becomes the worst of things? Never, maybe, not ever, maybe — perhaps the hardest truth to carry. And shouldering all this truth has made me unbelievably weary…

…it was so much easier, when you were here with me.


Yours,