Letter to myself
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I have met you three times. The first time, you arrived like dawn – soft, golden, unassuming. You did not need words; your presence alone felt like a promise. You touched the quiet corners of me I had never thought to visit, and suddenly everything shimmered with meaning – the hum of rain, the warmth…
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Dear Self, I am slowly unlearning pain. For years, it was the language I spoke, the map I followed, the rhythm of every step I took. Pain taught me to guard myself, to question love, to doubt kindness, to prepare for endings before beginnings could even bloom. And though I never asked for it, I…
Love, Ana 💋 