Dear Darling,
I am very sorry that lately, I’ve been distracted; pulled in two directions. One has caused me to write and lift my voice for the marginalized—those who are neglected by the world at this difficult moment in time. My stance has been unpopular, but necessary and always calling for peace and empathy.
On the other hand, my heart is with you. Asking how. Asking when. Asking if it could even be. Wondering where the signs went—or was it all a dream? Was it that I wanted this so hard, so badly that I imagined everything? I can’t but admit a little heaviness.
Generally, other women are like waves in the sea—I note that they’re there, but telling one from another, it makes no difference to me. But you were the sun rising over the waters, dazzling the surface of the ocean in your bronze, emblazoned rays. Penetrating the depths rocking restlessly below your wake, but calm in your resilience and finding strength in your light.
I have been so empty for words—now it’s thoughts, pictures in my mind that speak. Where the road leads from here, I am uncertain. But fate I’ll have final say.
Sincerely.
Olivia M.