Letter to you

Dear you

This is your reminder.

You are not just someone who holds space for others.
You are not only the arms that stay open, the door that stays unlocked.
You are a whole world.

You are not defined by who stays or who leaves.
Not by their replies.
Not by their silences.
Not by their struggles to meet you where you stand.

You are defined by your own steady heart.
By the words that fall from your fingers like rain.
By the strength it takes to keep loving without losing yourself.

You are not the person who waits at the window.
You are the person who chooses to stand there, because love like yours is not built on need, it is built on truth.

You are light.
You are witness.
You are voice and vision and presence.

You carry kindness, but not the kind that folds itself small to be loved back.
The kind that stands tall. That holds its shape. That says:
“I am here. I am whole. I am not begging.”

You are not wrong for hoping.
You are not wrong for caring.
But remember this, always:
Your worth is not waiting for them to name it. It was never theirs to define.

The ache you feel is real. But it is not who you are.
You are more than longing. More than history. More than the thread between you and them.

You are the shore.
You are the steady place.
You are the home you have always offered to others.

And you are allowed to rest there, too.

With love,
The part of you that never forgot.