Oh, My Love,

I see you holding it all in, doing your best to keep it all together, to not trouble a soul with your needs or existence. So much taken away, yet you persist and try each day. The struggle seems impossible but you do not give up. Such strength, such determination! I see you hoping and dreaming, even in the midst of the world crumbling before your very eyes. I see you give and pour yourself into who and what little you have left to connect with and hold onto. It doesn’t matter if they don’t see or care. You wanting to do it is enough. Others refusal to see or care is not your cross to bear. For yours is a life of depth and love, regardless of any type of romance. I love you and I am sorry that you must continue on, on your own, always.


Love,
Me