love letter – eight

Dear love, Lost achy thoughts, floating quietly through the shadows of night, waiting for the drift of sleep to carry us away. Instead, relentless questions that weigh heavy. Unfounded, ungrounded, seemingly unsolvable. Pulling our resistance along the rough edges of insecurity. The silent agony of uncertainty refuses to budge, the anchor of darkness holding fast…

love letter – seven

Dear love, If you had to choose between then and what is to come, what would it be? When the remembrance of the past competes with the longing of the future. When the thought of what was brings the comforts of home rather than the uncertainty of what is to become. What if for in…