A letter to what never got to live

Dear almost-love, nearly-safe space,

Dear flicker of hope I never got to hold—

I feel you.

Not loudly.

Not always.

But in quiet corners of my day when something inside me sighs for no reason.

You were the hope that was to come and save me,

From the dark despair of empty childhood’s wounds.

You were the prince who would fulfill my destiny

And make me the queen of my world.

But you never came.

Or if you did,

you wore the wrong face

and forgot the map to my heart.

So I waited.

but for someone to hold me the way I held my breath

every year that no one did.

I built dreams around your absence.

I carved thrones out of thin air.

I believed if I became worthy enough,

you would come.

But I see now

you were only ever a shadow of what I truly needed.

And I…

I am ready to release you now.

Not because you didn’t matter.

But because I finally do.

Not because life shut a door to love,

But because I found a way with words—

And with Mita,

a way to heal.