This post is for you, My Love.

(It’s also what you get when I listen to too much Sleep Token…which…sorry about that…)

Today marks 12 years, 12 years since I almost lost you forever. On this day, we talked. We cried. Our souls begged each other to make it work. To be better next time. To give one more chance. To not give up just yet.

We took the risk. We parted, so we could heal in our own ways, with the desperate hope that our story wasn’t over, that this was just the third act, that our future included rememberings of “when it was hard” and “that terrible time”.

There will never be a day when I don’t recognize the magnitude of work you’ve done in your recovery. You’ve dug into the depths of your heart, bled out on podiums, in front of tens to hundreds of people. You’ve told secrets. You’ve been vulnerable. You’ve looked your Dark One in the face. You’ve found your way back. And even though you’re generally quiet most of the time, I know, My Love, I know you work at it daily.

I’m convinced that there’s an invisible thread connecting us; some outside universal force urging us to orbit each other. I mean, an actual hurricane brought us back together all those years ago. Thank you New England weather.

I don’t think you know that I write on this blog, even though the link is in my tik tok profile and sending TTs back and forth are one of our love languages. But if you find this someday, just know that my heart, my soul, and (some days) my continued existence is whole because of you. Thank you for coming back to me.

I love you.