Dear,
I know this time of year is tough.
Things have gone by so quickly and it feels overwhelming. People have come and gone, and it's a hard reminder of where you are right now. It's the same drone and routine that's pushed you further back. The stress and pressures that has chipped away at the smile you use to wear. Replaced by lines of worry and dark circles of melancholy.
All the things you've wanted to do, the places you've wanted to see, dreams you've dreamt -- all that haven't been done.
And I know you'd rather be alone now, just like all those years before.
In your bed sleeping in for the first time in months.
Taking a walk so the icy needles of air poke your lungs.
Drinking some hot coco in a coffee shop with your lonely scarf.
Writing in that abandoned notebook.
Listening to the songs you've missed.
But I know you well enough to understand that you'll be okay.
And that you'll come back.
That your heart of love and kindness has infinite space. Even if that means you have to close the doors once in a while.
But before you go,
I hope you know that I love you.
