free flow// 2.13.22

My darling girl,

I hope you always remember to dream like we used to when you were little. Not just about the butterflies and the little clouds shaped like animals in the sky, but on the subject that I tried so hard to show you and yet came up short time and time again: love. Not the love we shared but the love you were always meant to have, that daddy said never existed. That this man and that man were never enough. Never showed you what it truly could be and was. That love in the clouds. Since the first day I met you. Since the first day I watched you express your love before even learning the word. You knew the expression and yet were never given the language. And yet you found your own language. Your clouds were never shaped like animals but always. love. And what I hope you learn is something I’m sure you’ve learned by watching along the way… love can be so much more than security or a safety net. To be more than a trophy wife or someone’s convenience or candy side dish. Your love is the best gift to give this world. and while I pray you choose wisely, I also pray you don’t protect it for the fear it will not be reciprocated the way you wish… Or for the fear it will be given how it once was when you were little. Your gift is in your love, my darling girl. Your windows and doors, your light in the darkness. Open it all. You do not have to fix anyone or anything. To fit in this constricted box or that one. I don’t care if it is for a family member or society. My darling girl, all you have to do is be. And being will always be enough. Keep dreaming of your love in the clouds… not waiting for it to pop and come down to this conflicting world but to one day fly above with it. Be true to your heart, my darling girl, until you’re able to fly once again.