My Love,

So we talked this morning. Last night I text you. Yes, I broke my own rule. I have to say though you really passively reached out a few times. Looking at my LinkedIn page, my Instagram stories. We were talking… just maybe not with our voices. I wanted to break the seal, I wanted to just wish you safe travels. I care about you, nothing will change that and fundamentally I wanted you to know and remember that before your flight. What I got, I was not expecting.

You apologized.

I wish it was in person. I wanted to see your eyes and feel you. But even through text. I still felt you. Can’t shut that down. That spout just flows and flows. Gates open, my cup runneth over with your emotions and mine. No lack of connection in any way whatsoever. You mentioned this when we were talking. From what I understood, you feel overwhelmed with the level of soul connection we share. You think it is the problem. I think it is the solution.

At the very least, I very much appreciate that connection. Something that powerful is what you lean on when times are tough. You don’t easily find it in the world, it is sacred, and rare and should be protected. But because it scares you, running away from it is easier. I run towards it. Having that level of sensitivity with another individual, I think, is what I’ve always looked for in my life. It can be a place to feel safe, comforted, and peaceful. Maybe because I leaned in, that is why I felt so safe around you. Like coming home for the first time in your arms. Wherever things go, thank you for providing that space, for the time I enjoyed it.

And don’t ever forget it was you I called on to take care of me during some of the hardest, scariest, and darkest parts of my life, and you were there. I’ll never forget.

But back to the apology, you hit on everything. You get it. That weekend was supposed to be for us and even if we just had a few days you had committed to being with me for that time. You understood without me explaining or saying anything how I felt and stepped up to take accountability. That is big. Everyone does bad sometimes, it is how you act after that inevitably shows who you are and what your character looks like. You stood up. You shined. I have learned words are nothing without actions but for now, those word were comforting.

You even understood the bubble. I made a point to state that intention for our Rosé toast at the outset of the trip. In my mind I wanted to create that bubble for us to be there and be away, just you and me, our sexy indulgence (I was sad to see your bag of goodies the next day), amazing food, perfect wines, endless kisses… you understood. I respect you for this morning.

It gives me peace to know. It helps me. I really appreciate you for this. I feel sad too. Don’t forget about the bubble.

I love you.