To the man of my prayers,
I miss you already even though I haven't met you yet. I know you're someone that only God can give.
Beloved, I am glad you are content, grateful, and at peace now. I am so proud of you, you’re kinder to yourself. I know this transition is the hardest, it’s disheartening and discomforting but look at you, enjoying the present…
Maybe if we can just utter what’s inside our hearts, it wouldn’t hurt that much. Maybe we don’t need to suppress our feelings, keep it in a box that nobody would know and let it fades. Maybe we’re not brave…