“Not a poem! But a letter—to remind me of myself”

I wish this could be sad, like all of my failed attempts at love. But not all of it has ended that way. I have seen myself grow, I have created a (mostly) stable environment for my family, I keep meeting so many powerful human beings that I’m losing count, and I’m creating art that I’m proud to put my name next to. And it’s all teaching me more about How I love. What love means to me. Love is more than surface level, it should be cherished, in every sense. And I’ve experienced my fair share of heartbreak and loss, but that’s not all I am. I have so much love to give. This is a letter to myself, to love life a little more, and the chaotic process it ensues.