Dear You

Dear You,

I have noticed this past few days that you have been very ill--not the ill where you have to take your pills and be confined in a hospital. It's just that you don't look okay. Don't deny it, I know you. I know you best, and whatever you do to conceal it, I know something's wrong.

You're wearing out, even that tiny spark that keeps you going is fading. What is happening? Where is the person who stands up, and never gives up? What happened to the person who doesn't allow failure to keep you from going? That person, I think, is lost. Your eyes, it cannot lie. They can tell how sad you are. The recent pains in your chest is not just ordinary, they tell something.

I just want to hug you right now, that's the least I can do. I know it's what you wanted anyway. With the warmth of my hug let me assure you that you are not alone. I hope the light in your eyes that signals hope and faith will be seen when you look in the mirror, and by that time I'll be able to see a genuine smile again. I miss you, the real you.

I know that the heartaches of the world has worn you out, because you don't seem to understand them. Keep on fighting, You may feel weak but somebody up there is Strong, and you already know it.

Love,
Yourself