Dear S,
I hope this letter finds you in a moment of peace. As I gather my thoughts, I feel the need to express the complexity of my emotions and the journey I have been through since our separation.
I want to start by acknowledging the pain I have caused with my actions. The decision to part ways was not easy, and it was driven by a deep struggle within myself. I recognize the hurt I may have inflicted, and I am sincerely sorry for any pain you have experienced.
During this time apart, I have undergone significant personal growth and introspection. It has become evident that my ability to love and respect you is intricately tied to the space I maintain. I fear that living together might compromise the immense love and respect I hold for you in my heart.
Our differences in mindset and individual paths have become clear to me. I have come to the difficult realization that we may not be suited to share our lives together. This decision stems from a desire to preserve the genuine love and respect I have for you.
Despite the challenges, I want you to know how truly amazing you are. Your jokes still bring laughter to my lips, and warmth of your love and care lingers in my memories. Every moment we shared is a cherished gift and I am grateful for the time we spent together.
You remain my first and last love, a special presence in my life. The love I feel for you is profound , akin to the way life is entwined to death. Thoughts of you echo in my mind like a beautiful melody, a song that I carry with me.
As we part ways, please know that my love for you endures. You are not forgotten and I will always cherish the precious moments we shared.
with love, M
About the Creator
MAARI
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Poetry dances in the shadows of my eyes.
Love whispers secrets through elusive touch of my writing.
Peace hides in the corners of my words embrace.
In me, a labyrinth of intriguing stories unfolds.
Can You Drive a Ford Fiesta Through a Desert?
I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
By Jenifer Nim5 days ago in Wander
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This, in some ways, was very relatable. Sending you lots of love and hugs 🥺❤️