The Love Letter

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I began to write so desperately that I need to express it. I longed for the moment, the day, the hour, the damn second! I was sure I would know (what love was). Like a sixth sense or an innate ability to just know (what love is). I stopped believing in second chances the day that love swiftly packed up and drove goodbye. Left with the authentic part of my love. An innocence that I often dreamt about. I remember the moment it left. I cried like nobody's business. Like I was exposed to the outer limits of the galaxy, struggling for air, struggling to get my grip. The dreamy eyed, hope-filled, optimistic, confident woman I was, got lost up there. I covered up the hurt with a false sense of myself. Drowning in pools of my tears, water that stings my eyes. Clouds that leave me in a daze. I lost me in the midst of it all. Nobody told me about this hurt, like a scratch you can't itch, a wound that won't heal. Well at least I didn't let it heal kept picking at my scar. Now years have passed and I've gotten me back. I see that the love that drove goodbye was an imitation of the real thing. Yeah it tasted, smelled, hell even looked like the real thing. One thing is for certain, the genuine love I was convinced that turned my life upside down, showed me what it was. Patient, kind, unconditional. True to the very essence of the word. I never thought I would get back to this place. This love letter is long overdue. Dear Love, thank you for holding a mirror up to me. Showing me a reflection of who I am. Beautiful, caring, nurturing. Not an arrogant type of reflection, but an authentic version of myself that I thought left me long time ago. Welcome back to me!