Sans Merci by Johnna Adams
My dear Lydia,
I hate that I’m having to write you a letter instead of having this conversation face to face. I want nothing more than to be able to rush to your side and laugh and cry and hug and just be there with you and for you. But unfortunately circumstances are such that I can’t be there with you, so this letter will have to serve in my absence.
“You opened yourself up and you let yourself love someone, and let someone love you, all of you, even the parts of you you were scared to show anyone. That is not wrong. That is brave. That is amazing. That is the scariest thing that we can do as humans, and you did that. It’s beautiful and wonderful and I am so so proud of you.”