momentarily

Right now, I just want to help myself.
To be myself.
To stop trying so hard to fix something I didn’t break.

I miss you deeply.
But maybe loving someone means honoring their need for space too.

If we’re meant to be, we’ll find our way.
And if not, I will have loved bravely, truthfully.

Until then, these letters will be small specks in this universe.
Proof that I once loved, and that I still can.