Hidden behind mazes of smiles, added to every page of your book (sometimes overlapping): I see you.
For every tear left unanswered, my gaze will hold you an extra second. Through each challenge and in the centre of any storm, may you discover my eyes. Trust that they hold infinite space to carry you. Allow yourself to feel the words as they echo, Love, and let their alchemy sew the wounds asking to be healed. Fore, I know every fold. You are an origami, whose complexity I will never fear. Forget the overwhelming tension between chaotic bustle and terrifying void.
The melodic whisper instilled in your essence is far more important.
Despite the absence of certainty, even though you were handed silent and invisible pain, you find the strength to stay curious. “I can’t let it end like this. I need to know how the story really ends!” I cherish your resilience to this day.

Being protective of your younger siblings never felt like a choice, but like your duty.
Because you never wanted them to go through any of the feelings passed on to you.
And you don’t want to leave them. You wouldn’t want them to miss you if you left.

Nor do you want them to know
…the lacks you are trying to make up for.

I am here, now. Your fears can rest, your worry can cease, because you will never be alone again: I found you.

To the little girls in you who were lonely, forgive my absence. You were not forgotten, you were my only purpose. I didn’t let you go, I let you grow. I didn’t want you to suffer, I had to become better, stronger and properly healed. My purpose was to fabricate your safe space. The adult whose support you will count on. The best friend who always wants to play with you. The love you crave, desire and deserve.

My Love, know that you will leave the aspiration to be perfect along the way. And if there is a leader in me today, it is because of your stubborn and beautifully flawed self. Your existence was never a coincidence. Your difference is not a curse, it is your most reliable advantage.

Whether you choose to believe some, none or all of my words is up to you.

I too wonder how the story really ends.

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