I send this thank you into the world,
not as an offering, not as an apology,
but as a quiet truth, whispered to the wind.
If not for you,
these words would have never gathered themselves,
would have never stood up, no book ever released-
would have never dared to breathe beyond thought.
If not for you,
this book would still be sleeping,
curled inside the shell of a thought,
never nudged, never cracked,
never woken by the heat of possibility.
You, who nudged the first stone loose,
who lit the match and walked away,
never knowing the fire would catch,
never knowing the weight of your words
would press against my heart until I could no longer keep them in.
I do not reach out,
not because I do not want to,
but because some doors, once shut,
should not be knocked on again.
Still, if by some impossible chance,
some drift of fate,
this thank you finds its way to your eyes—
know this:
This belongs to the moment you created.
Thank you, Sephora.
