know this: love doesn’t expire.
It just waits for courage.
For everyone, with love that never needed permission
There are letters we never send.
Not because the words aren’t ready,
but because the world isn’t.
Some are written in the margins of sleepless nights.
Some are whispered to the wind,
or tucked into the folds of memory
where no one else can reach.
Today, I’m writing one of mine.
Not to be mailed.
Not to be read.
Just to be released.
Dear Whoever You Are,
You wouldn’t recognize me now
I don’t think you ever really knew me,
I’ve changed in ways you never saw coming—
and stayed the same in ways I wish you had noticed.
There were things I needed to say back then,
Silence felt safer.
I thought if I stayed quiet,
I could keep the peace.
Turns out, peace doesn’t live in silence.
It lives in truth.
I carry you with me.
Not in the way I once dreamed,
but in the way that love endures—
unspoken, unwavering,
waiting without expectation.
Love,
Me
I have forgiven,
Not because anyone asked
Because I needed to breathe
I’ll always miss you,
Mostly when, In the small moments—
I hear a song you loved,
or when someone laughs like you used to.
