My love — it’s okay. I’m trying. I’m alive.
My head still aches unbearably, but I’m managing.
Hope woke me up too early this morning.
We’ll keep going with therapy.
You were in my dreams today, and that pulled me awake and helped me keep writing these letters.
Today I’ll write about what I hate in myself.
I know you would have helped me keep adding to the list—you know my worst sides better than anyone.
But I’ll do it by myself, for learning on my mistakes…
“Perhaps the most beautiful form of love is simply being there.
As much as needed.
Whenever it’s needed.
Wherever it’s needed.
In joy.
And in sorrow.”