I struggle. Do I send this email to her, or not? I’m not even sure if she’s reading her email right now, or will in the future. Whatever happened, it has hit her really hard, and she’s shut down that part of her life. If I tug on her at all, she spirals in even deeper.
I know she is numb, hurt, trying to sort through it. I know she can’t talk to me right now. But I wish she knew how beautiful she really was, how worthy she really was, how she is enough and so much more.
I will always be here for her. I realized this over the past few months, the past year and a half given all that has happened. She has changed me, for the better, for always. She gave me something, freely and honestly and trusted me completely with it. Nobody has ever quite done that for me before.
I will always love her … I just wish that was enough.
The letter … as it exists, that I might send soon:
Remember that I see you differently, more deeply than others, so whatever happens it’s all okay. you deserve to be treated respectfully even if that means you needed to walk forward or away. Please know I will never be upset at you for that.
I need not to step back, but just a little bit aside. Although not anxious, I have been sad and worried. I will never step away from you. your apology for shutting me out, hurting me before was so heartfelt, I know you are not wanting to do that this time, so never be sorry. I understand all of it and what you are going through.
When the little girl had to leave she had her Daddy. she is safe and with him. All she ever need do is hold out her hand, and he is right there. Always.
Reach soon for the happiness you recently felt. Don’t reach for the little girl, but rather the warm and good feelings you had. Those times are what make things so worthwhile, and are remembered the most. you will be happy again, you deserve and have earned that, and to have somebody care for you because of who you are, not who you think you need to be.
you are my friend. That friend all on her own is very welcome. I miss you as my friend. I worry for your well being, your safety, your soul. I enjoy our chats of dancing sharks, baseball, lasagna and the opera.
This is not goodbye, you will always have a special place. I will wait, a month, a year, a lifetime. I need no other. Just you.
*brushing a stray wisp of hair from your forehead, then taking your hands in mine, softly: “Mujer encantadora, mi bella princesa, always and forever … yours.”*