for the fool

If we’re meant to cross paths again, we will.
Not because I forced it.
But because it was time.

Until then, I’ll keep writing these love letters.
Not to you—
But to the version of me that chose love in the first place.

She is worth honoring.
And her story still has so much ahead.
So much love still to give.
And so much more to receive.

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