Love letter to a woman

I see you, tired of being ‘the strong one’ for everyone else.

I see that you are ready to be the strong one for yourself. I admire your strength in knowing that it gets heavy, having a gift such as yours. The gift that holds the pain of others.

I see your desire to simply hold the pain of your own for once. It is safe. It is safe to take space, it is safe to hold yourself for a little while.

You’ve experienced such pain and disappointment in your life that you’ve named it your friend. It is safe to find new friends.

I see you dreaming of peace, happiness, and joy. I see you dreaming of loving your life, and feeling that your life loves you in return. I see you fearing abandonment, fearing rejection, fearing isolation. I see you choosing all of the above.

Dear beautiful woman, I won’t tell your secret.

The secret that you always run into the arms of a monster instead of running away from them because when you can run into the monsters of life you at least have some kind of say so on when they will attack. I understand why you choose pain before pain chooses you.

You find solace in women who are strong yet soft, those that can lovingly hold you then lovingly correct your self deprecating behaviors. You admire the woman that allows her pain to be felt freely without hiding or holding back. You admire her because you desire to learn how to do the same.

I know my love, that you feel most supported when someone sees the sides of you that you have named ugly and reassures you that all parts of you are indeed, beautiful.