Dear friend, This is my story. I want to tell you all of it. I want us to live the days of the story together. All the time you've missed, I want you to have back. I want to us to sing and cry and laugh and dance and love and pray together . I no longer wish to feel, alone. I will tell you about my day. I will tell you the story. I have nothing to hide from you. I thought about you all day. I craved your company throughout the day. I thought of how much I want to tell you but I do not know if you still recognize the sound of my voice. I do not remember what your voice sounds like either. But the sound of your words, I remember. I wonder why we have not spoken in a long time, a time long enough for Methuselahs to live . I wonder why we have nurtured this silence, this silence so loud the world can hear. Some might feel it's stupid of me to talk to you again, skeptical of your position in this friendship, "your friend may not be the friend". But w...
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