Dearest One,

I know you’re lost right now. You’ve lost your spark. You can’t remember who you are. 

In the meantime, perhaps I could just lightly and lovingly remind you that I knew you when you existed, those brief sparkling moments of aliveness when you knew exactly who you were and where you were. Let me remind you of your greatness, your grandness, that you filled up the space around you and the sky above you with your glow. 

Let me remind you that the truest parts of yourself were seen, heard, loved. Let me remind you that it is more than possible to leave a mark, to touch a heart, that it has already happened, and you are remembered. 

You existed, I saw you light up a room, spark a conversation. I’ve seen you when you’ve withered, sparkled, given in, toughened up. I’ve seen you and I know that you exist. 

And I love you.

Yours,