This has nothing to do with you, nor you, nor even you.
This is about me.
I am in much consideration of personal growth and kindness.
I’m recognizing the frailty and ephemeral nature of emotional connection and simple, honest generosity in spirit. That which is guileless and true. I’m actively washing away old memories which are tainted or corrupted with new ones which are full if light and laughter.
Mayhaps you consider it denial or refusal to admit certain truths which are painful. You may be right. But I’ve come to realize more and more that life is too short to harbor hostility or harm.
To you, I offer my heart in all it’s weakness and smallness.
To you I wish my hand to be held in a tenderness of receptivity.
To you I hope that we can smile upon each other and recognize that life, which is already too short, needs to be poured over with forgiveness, and kindness than with the tendency to hold on to regret.
I offer my apologies if I have caused you anything other than joy. It was not my intention. I am human and stubborn and prone to fault. I can do nothing more than offer up my hope that you will not hold any shame of this against me.
To you I open a window. Should it come, let the rain come and make my floors wet. The better to have you know that the window is always there. Open. The sun shall come shortly to warm my home and heart. I hope you shall feel welcome. I will try my best.
Cookies and tea will be waiting.