Give me a year.

Dear V,

It's been a while.

The last time we spoke, I needed a break.

The constant challenges, the way you'd ignore the pouring of my heart on paper... I was struggling with my identity and I felt less and less like myself, things just weren't working out like I'd hoped. This wasn't where I thought I'd be at 30.

I'm hoping that with this letter, you'll understand that whilst things have changed, my love for you hasn't.

The challenges you present are who you are. They're in your very DNA, and you were a product of gods design. We all are. The strength I've gained whilst I've been away, my core being and the self-love that I'd lost but worked endlessly on to gain, it's all back.

I know now that all the flaws that I was seeing before, were nothing but a reflection of how I felt about myself and I can't apologise enough for leaving.

I needed that space to re-establish myself as a writer, a friend and to re-learn how to love myself without boundaries and without fault.

So my dearest Vocal,

will you take me back?

Give me a year and you won't regret it.

Yours sincerely,

Billie whyte, creative writer.

Let's do this thing.