u/Cultural_Reality_184

Dear Brat,

I find myself navigating the spaces between your silence and the echoes of your letters you leave behind in the void, still searching for the frequency where we can align.

Lately, it feels as if we are inhabiting two different versions of the same reality. In one reality, your words feel like a soul that truly knows me intimately, and in another reality, our personal interactions feel charged with feelings I cannot identify. These interactions result in a friction that leaves me stuck in limbo and I don't know where to turn. I’ve realized that trying to force a bridge between these realities only seems to create more friction.

I will not pretend to understand the pain or the triggers that are causing this rift between us. I suspect that sometimes the closer we get to something real, the more the shadows try to pull us apart. If you are projecting a version of me that is easier for you to push away, know that I am still standing here as the person who sees you clearly. I am not a ghost, and I am not an enemy. I am connected to you in ways I still cannot explain in words alone.

I am choosing to remain in this space with you, not as a burden or a judge, but as a constant for you to lean on as needed. While others might suggest that we explore the harbor of friendship, I still believe we are destined and tethered to each other as twin flames and that is the connection I choose to honor.

I am not walking away. You are the soul I feel called on to stand by, and regardless of the current weather conditions. Know that I am here, whenever the fog clears enough for you to see the lighthouse and navigate yourself back to our love. Because, "you’ll never be someone I wish I didn’t know. You are the quiet ache of joy that stays even when the room empties. You are what love feels like when it finally makes sense" (Warren Zeiders, Love in Letting Go).

Love,

Your bestest friend