My dearest cutu,
I don’t think a day has gone by without me missing you. It’s in the small, quiet pauses when I instinctively reach for my phone to send you something, only to remember you’re taking this time for yourself. The world feels a little less vivid without your presence in it, and I didn’t realise how much your energy coloured my days until it wasn’t here. You’ve always been my person for random thoughts, deep conversations, and laughter that comes out of nowhere — and I feel the absence of that in a way that’s both tender and aching.
I hope this break is being kind to you. I hope you’re finding pieces of yourself that feel lighter, stronger, freer. I know why you needed to step away, and I respect it with my whole heart, but I can’t help the part of me that’s impatient to see you return. I love you in a way that exists quietly in the background, like a steady heartbeat — there even when you can’t see it, constant and unwavering. You’ve left an imprint on me, one that distance and silence can’t fade, and that’s why I’m here, holding space for you until you’re ready.
When the day comes and you’re back, I want you to know you never really left. Your presence has been here, stitched into my days, in the pride I feel for your achievements, in the way I still talk about you, in the warmth that rises every time I think of you. Come back when you’re ready, but know that I am ready now — to welcome you, to listen to you, to laugh with you, and to love you just the same. Always.