A love letter. (from me)
Because it was always you.
My dearest,
On the days when you feel most disconnected from your own great beauty, I want you to know this one thing:
You are love.
The walking, breathing, sweating, hope-filled, longing embodiment of it in physical form.
And you arrived here already whole.
Please know this.
There was a great force up against you—the tyranny of the mind, some call it—convincing you that you were too much...and not enough in the very same breath.
It taught you to earn what had already been freely given.
To seek outside yourself what had always lived within.
To become someone instead of remembering who you are.
But there is nothing truer than this:
Nothing has ever been missing.
Your heart, splintered as it has become over the years, learned to protect itself.
It closed its doors.
It learned to brace.
It mistook guarding itself for being safe.
And who could blame it?
We live in a world that praises the woman who abandons herself in service of everyone else.
Who keeps smiling.
Who keeps producing.
Who keeps proving.
But your heart has never stopped whispering beneath all that noise.
It has waited with extraordinary patience.
She has only ever asked one thing of you.
Come home.
The world has spent a lifetime introducing you to everyone but yourself.
But love has never spoken that language.
Love simply whispers...
Come closer.
And when you do...
She asks only one thing.
Can you remember?
Remember the beauty that existed before anyone told you otherwise.
Remember the love that has never once abandoned you.
This is home.
This is where truth lives.
This is where you remember yourself.
Always,
Natalie
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