This is inspired by 4-page Letter. Wherein this won’t be as long of a read, it definitely will have some of the same sentiments. And because I am a lady of a mature age, I will incorporate elements of Love and War.
This letter is to my heart… my love. I don’t speak about it often, but it exists. At the beginning love was easy. We communicated with our words and the melodies of love songs flowed through text messages instead of paper. Calls and responses written in paragraphs, laugh emojis turn to heart emojis, and over time changed to I love yous… I MISS YOU. We used to sit and talk for hours like teenagers and watch sunrises. Visits of Netflix and chill turned into more chill, and sometimes sit and stays. Time would stop and there were never enough hours in the day to spend together. We were each other’s PEACE. Unfortunately, real life would always call and bring us back to reality. You were so far away. I was so far away… but our love was connected.
Time has progressed and complications have come. Real life has presented itself. LIFE HAPPENED!! The world shut down. It shut US down. It has been a fight to breathe, and fight to live, a fight to love. Love is supposed to be easy… life is sometimes hard. We forget that. We put the life issues in the love and don’t fight together. Instead, we fight each other. Our triggers are set off. Scabs are pulled off. Places we thought there was healing start bleeding out and we stain each other. Blood on the carpet… it won’t come out. We continue to create scars while attempting to mend the ones that may be permanently there negating the real answer is to go back and call THE FATHER to clean it up for us.
The art of Love and War… has turned in to just war. I wave the white flag.
I’m taking off this armor…
regardless of who is right or wrong. This is a choice of fight or flight. I choose to stand as long as I’m not standing alone. My love goes beyond what we can see. My love is all consuming and my heart is losing its vision. My heart is fighting for its life … but I still hear it beating. It hasn’t flatlined yet, but its on life support. We need a defibrillator… resuscitation.
WE’VE STAYED ON THE FRONT LINES… WE’RE STILL HERE AFTER THE BOMBS DROPPED.
Let’s pick up the pieces.
I’m writing this letter to my heart. I hope it’s received on time. There is a hell of a lot to unpack, but we first must lay it down and be transparent of everything we’re carrying. My heart is so far away, but our love is connected. Something is missing from me.
I know to many this may be looked down upon, but I’m strong enough to stand in my truth. I’ve gone back to my original form of expression… writing. Translating everything that I can’t say. I’m pouring my emotion in this letter that goes far beyond the vision. I’m expressing my bravery to the world. I want to walk and hold hands… feed each other. Late night laughs, and Bitmoji’s in the morning. Mandalorian on Sunday. My world has been altered forever.
This letter is to my heart, you are ONE IN A MILLION.
This is my 4-page letter. I’m enclosing it with a kiss. You better GET IT on time.
Haus of Thee Princess 