Love letter to you

Love letter to you

Today I am compelled to write a love letter to you. This isn’t filled with platitudes or anything nice, this is filled with my truth about you.

Dear you,

Who invited you to tell me what I should do with my life? Who invited you to touch my body and to tell me what you consider to be my faults? Who invited you to hold and verbalise, without thinking an opinion of me? Who asked you to comment on my pain, emotional, physical, spiritual or otherwise? Who are you to condemn me because I chose to not follow your way of doing things and believe your egotistical claptrap?

Who are you?

Uninvited you opened your mouth, I watched it move, I heard the words but chose not to let them register. This I decided was your stuff, your shit and your unhappiness vomited over me.

Equally uninvited I felt your paper dry hands skirt over the parts that you considered too thin or unattractive. It doesn’t matter because I have come to love all of me, can you say that of you? This human is my container and she will carry me safely to the light where I will always know love.

I have come to love you despite your seeming hatred or jealousy or something else of me and I have grown. I see your perfection, not your faults. I see your inner beauty, not your ugly rage against the world. I feel your heart crying, not your toxic waste scolding me. I hear not your vitriol, but the pain in your voice.

I meet many you’s and I am sure I will meet many more. Do your worst. Puke your putrid waste and walk away as you always do. No wiser, nor happier.

I love you and I am leaving you. Not necessarily forever, but for now. When you find yourself and come to terms with your essential essence, let’s talk; maybe.

In the meantime, this is my love letter to you, yours in love.

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Writer, author, book coach, conscious woman and mum to three beautiful dogs. Living in the hills in Spain watching the world from a distance and drinking tea are just a part of what I fill my days with. That is when I am not writing or walking said dogs.

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