Dear

The hardest part is holding back.

I still believe there will be a time when I will be able to say everything I have ever felt compelled to say.

For now, I would settle for hearing somewhere down the line that I was mindful and carried myself with dignity, and treated you with the utmost deference.

Until the memory stops.


Me

Dear

You told me to write out how I feel a long time ago. Its all a jumbled mess in my head still.

I need to stand on this threshold a while longer. I won't like what I find on the other side. I've stood on the edge of this cliff a while. I'll let it all out and watch it fall into place when the time is right.

It pangs because it still runs through my personal filter.

Forgive me for everything. And for this.

Me