I’ve been meaning to tell you that things are going to be okay. Maybe not the way they used to be, perhaps not the way you once wished it would.
But, you are going to be okay.
I don’t know if everything will work out in the end, but I know that you’ll be fine.
The scars from your battles will be gentle reminders of how you survived your worst nights. You will painfully remember that Saturday evening when you boarded the flight, without a single shard of hope.
But you’ll also remember how you made it to your destination.
Life is hard. The lows are somehow entrenched in our memory, while the highs seem so fleeting.
But if you’re breathing,
And your heart is beating,
And your brain, lungs and every other part is functioning well,
Then you’ll survive this, no matter how times in the past you fell.
And if it’s getting difficult please remember this.
I’m beginning to wonder if you’re even reading this. Are my words reaching you? Are they providing you any solace at all?
How was your day? I ask far too many questions but I’m not nosy, I’m just wondering how you are.
I hope you get enough sleep these days. Tell me, has winter reached your doorstep yet?
I wonder if I should even post this letter. Or do I let it get lost in this huge world where unrequited love lives in every corner?
I’ve been thinking about you.
I close my eyes and remember your smile. The way your hand felt in mine – warm and soft. The way my heart slowed down as you held me close in your sleep, even when you snored heavily in my ears.
I have never felt yearning as I have since you’ve been gone. I have tasted it in the long evenings, as the sun slowly set.
I have felt it during a lonely lunch, surrounded by beautiful friends; On the way back home, in the elevator and in my room. I have crossed the road with it, as it held on to my dress, scared it would be left behind.
And then, on some days it feels like I’m drowning, on others I barely make it to the surface.
So if you ever get this letter, know that I miss you more than I can ever explain. Know that you’ve left a hole so big in my life that all the cold is beginning to seep in.
There’s so much more I’d like to ask you, darling,
You’re currently packing your bags for that holiday in Pondicherry, so it’s rather endearing that you’re unaware about how next year this time, you’ll be in Muscat.
The year will be a whirlwind of good and bad – yes, yes like any other year. However this year will be about new things, like living alone. It’ll be about falling in love again, with new places and people and realising how awful and wonderful life can be. You’ll go through some terrifying moments and you’ll make it, but you’ll have to hold on tight.
You will find yourself lonely on some days, but you will also find out that the greatest lessons in life are learnt alone.
On some days you’ll bawl like a baby, but you’ll realise that sometimes there will be no one to soothe your fears. That’s all right, because you’ll learn that you can be your greatest friend.
You will not need a knight in shining armour, mainly because you are one. But on some days, you will graciously accept help from one who is armed with a plunger.
You are crazy, so when you find someone who is wholly accepting of you (despite all your flaws), hold on to them. Remember, it’s a privilege to be loved for who you are, don’t pass that up because of what someone else thinks.
Learn to love your family and friends. They can (and will be) annoying, but life can be incredibly tasteless without them.
Accept help when you can,
Stand your ground when you’re right,
Speak up for women and DO NOT let silence be your weapon,
I’m writing with the hope that you’re fine and well, alive enough to read my letter. Alive not just physically, in a way that your heart is beating fine and your organs are working just the way they should. But alive enough to soak in the wonder that is all around you.
So you’ve had your heart broken, wouldn’t really be the first time, would it? Will it be the last? Perhaps. Maybe not.
Don’t sulk, isn’t a broken heart a sign of one that was loved anyway? I didn’t make that up, I read it somewhere.
That’s where I get my wisdom from these days — conversations of strangers, random comments by people on social media and some very old books.
Strange places to find solace, isn’t it? Not the books though, they always find a way to soothe my weary soul.
Sorry, I have a way of losing track.
So, while the world seems like a terrible place to live in, especially now that you’re nursing a broken heart, I want to remind you to be a little more kind to everyone. But you’ll first have to start with yourself.
Allow yourself to cry, and when you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, gently remind yourself that you can, you will and you already are.
Be strong, be kind and be gentle.
Say please, thank you and sorry when you have to.
Wash your feet and face before going to bed.
And remember you might feel broken right now,
But you’ve never been more whole.