My dear
The height of my love for you is also the depth of my grief. Your words describe this grief as painfully as it can be, but also inspiring. I didn't understand it at first, because for me that grief was more another proof that I was unlovable. Only later I realized it was proof I was capable of loving. I saw that inspiring part that you wrote about, for the first time.

The inspiring thing about grief is all the thoughts and feelings that left unexpressed. Because that's grief, right? I thought that I wasn't capable of truly loving and unworthy of someone's love. Yet penning down the unexpressed eased my heart, my mind and soul. It made me hold my grief as a lover, a friend, a my child. I hold it close, instead of casting it away. I embrace it.

Beautiful things are created out of grief. All the unexpressed, turned into art. My unexpressed words, will only remain in notebooks as I worry if someone might read them they'll fall madly stupendous head over heels in love with you.
© jasonbouti
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