💌 Letters I’ll Never Send

To the Version of Me That Waited Too Long

Dear me,

You waited. You held on far past the point of clarity. Past the excuses. Past the late replies. Past the silence that had started to feel like punishment.

You turned your heart into a door that never locked, always open, hoping they'd walk back in and finally stay.

You knew better. But you clung to love like it was a debt to repay.

You thought loyalty would eventually be seen. That being patient would lead to being chosen. That endurance was the cost of being loved.

But love doesn’t reward those who suffer the longest. It meets you where you're already safe.

You forgot that. And I forgive you.

You weren’t stupid. You were sincere. You weren’t weak. You were willing. And while that nearly cost you everything, it also showed just how deeply you're capable of feeling.

I know how heavy it was to finally walk away. I know how long you carried "maybe" like a map.

But I see you now. I see the version of you who finally said, "enough."

You didn’t fail love. You just finally stopped failing yourself.

— Fae