Words on paper can never hope to express how passionately I feel about your existence.
Sometimes, I could break into pieces at the thought of you leaving. Not so much leaving, but leaving because you think no one cares, or no one would miss you. Dear God, not miss you? We love you so much it hurts.
Perhaps you think you are nothing more than a fragile body with a chaotic scramble of thoughts rushing through your head. Nothing could be further from the truth.
You are a precious part of our collective soul. You are the reason the world spins and galaxies exist. You inspire the sun to rise every day and if you could understand birds, you would hear them honour your name with their singing. You are a necessary part of the deep blue fabric that holds us all together. We breathe each other in.
Our hearts are one.
So yes, you matter.
You are so breathtakingly precious I want to shake you for not understanding.
We feel your absence. It hurts us all, although we might not know why. We pause in our activities and wonder why we suddenly feel so cold, disturbed or sad. A sense that something is wrong with the world. Or that something is missing.
It’s you. We miss you.
Run away, if you have to, escape the life that hurts you. Hide, and hug your precious self, until you have the strength to reach out to someone. Put please, please, please reach out.
Because we not only care about you, we love you. Deeply.
We are, quite simply, less without you.
One day we will all leave. That’s okay. Perhaps we’ll come back again, when we’re ready. Life is a wheel of arrivals and departures.
But no one should ever have to leave because they feel unwanted.
There is a reason you are here, even if you don’t know what that reason is yet. You are precious, even if you hate yourself right now. You are loved, even if you can’t feel it. You matter, even if you can’t find any proof.
So, this message is for you today, sweetheart.
“When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.” – Harriet Beecher Stowe