Letters to the part of you that is still listening.
I know we've restarted so often it probably feels like you're just walking in circles. But starting over is really just you remembering the parts of yourself you actually want to bring along.
I put you up on the shelf because I think you've outstayed your welcome. Or maybe I've just outgrown you.
You are so strong. You have been through so much, and even in these moments of cracking and aching, you are just as real as you were before.
Why are you always the last thing I want to sit with? The last thing I want knocking at my door, holding me in the emptiness of a room I've been in for too long?
Welcome back. Something brought you here. Something brought me here, too.
Before I started writing this, I had so many thoughts running through my head. But in reality, I don't think there's much that needs to be said. I think most of it will just be felt.
