The Most Quiet People Have The Loudest Minds

I wish it didn’t end this way. I wish I could change the story, fixing the broken bits and gluing them back together.

I want you to know that it broke my heart to move on from you. I loved you with my whole self, nothing held back. I thought we would be friends when we were old and cranky, cracking jokes in the nursing home and remembering the days our kids were young. I didn’t plan for losing you.

You were there for some of my very best days and for some of my very worst, and I was there for yours. We shared a hundred beautiful moments and hundred more hard ones. It hurts to remember it sometimes, knowing it will never be the same.

I won’t ever regret knowing you. I won’t ever regret loving you.

I hate that I could no longer take care of me and stay around you. I hate that we grew apart and our paths took us different directions. I hate the ways we hurt each other however unintentionally.

I wish I could undo it all, and weave our stories back together somehow.

I wish I could uncomplicated it, and make it simple again. I can’t, I know that, and it’s hard.

For now, I want you to know, in my deepest heart, from my very core:

I wish you well.

I pray that the things you told me you wished for and dreamed of for your life would come true.

I pray your days are full of sunshine, your nights are full of rest, and your heart is full of peace.

Love,