Dear One,
I don’t presume to know what your life has been like but maybe it’s true that you have not been loved the way you deserved.
maybe you hid your love
or your voice or your pain
or your joy to be safe, to survive,
to make it through.
maybe it’s true that you made yourself small
to avoid unwanted attention. maybe you made yourself louder for longer than you could carry.
or maybe you lived so quietly that you barely recognize the sound of your own body.
maybe it’s true that you filled your life with everything else but you.
….
I’m really glad that you’re here and even if for a short while–you took up space…
…
Love,
Jae
Angel 