día 6 y 7 abr 23 y 24 2025

Dear Mike,

I’ve been missing you today. Not just in the usual way, but in the quiet, aching kind of way that tugs at me from the inside out. It’s strange, how someone can be so far and still feel so present in everything. You were there for me in your own way—even if it wasn’t always in the way I needed, even if the space between us often felt heavier than I could carry.

I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About how, somehow, even with the distance, there were moments that felt like completion. Like home. Like everything stilled and made sense for a while when we were “us.”

And yet, I also see how much I bent myself into hope, into patience, into holding on… maybe longer than I should have. I see the parts of me that started to break quietly, bit by bit, while waiting for something more that never fully came.

I’m not angry. I don’t blame you. I just… I see it now. The beauty and the ache, the joy and the imbalance. And I feel stuck in the middle—still loving, still letting go. It’s a strange place to live from.

I don’t have the answers yet. I’m still learning how to hold this experience without letting it define me, or stop me from moving forward in other parts of my life. But I needed to say this—because carrying it in silence is starting to weigh on me.

Thank you for the magic, for the moments, for the realness. Even if it wasn’t everything I hoped for, it was real to me. And that matters.

Maybe one day this will all make sense. For now, I’m just breathing through it.

Love
B

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