A Love Letter
Dear, or perhaps my dearest ****, I never asked if you like being called by your name. But I like your name just as much as I like you, so what else could I call you? I really don't know. I owe you so much gratitude. Thank you for putting together something that had been shattered beyond measure, for reminding me that my wings can still fly, for making me say all the things I was afraid to say, for making me write again, of all things. Thank you for patiently listening to my past, for gently touching those old wounds, for making me believe, even if only a little, that true love hasn't died, for helping me realize that I can still be someone precious to someone else, for sharing joy in my little moments just as I do, for showing me that my happiness can reach another person's heart, for finding time for me despite your busy life, for giving me at least a little of the care I had always wished for but never received, and for reminding me that the butterflies I thought ha...
