Tina, personal archive
and I am You.
The source of our pain might be different, but our hearts ache.
The missing is real, your feelings are real, your pain is real.
I hear you, I hear you when you speak and I hear you when you are quiet and within yourself.
I see you, I see you pull back when the conversation gets too intense, too personal and I see you when you are smiling and trying to follow.
I am standing behind you, always ready to catch you. I know how the floor can move sometimes and you lose your footing. That’s what I am here for and I know you are here for me too.
I will not try to fix you, your brokenness cannot be fixed, you know it and I do too. We are who we are, because of what we have experienced, and that is ok.
We know about the ebbs and the flows, about the waves hitting the rocks, about how hard it is to breathe sometimes, but we do it. We still do it, we wake up and we breathe, I see you do it and it gives me courage to do the same… I follow your lead and then you follow mine. You are me and I am you.
I see you get angry, frustrated and raging and I know it’s a part of the process too. I wish you patience with yourself, understanding and kindness.
It is hard work to do this every day, wake up, breathe and begin a day without a person you love. It takes love and more love every day, to love someone past here and now, past this time, past the physical presence, past physical love. You do it beautifully. Your pain is proof of love, love that still burns for a person that you cannot see or touch.
I love you for who you are.
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