Letter to someone somewhere
I don't know why I feel the need to write this letter. Maybe it's because there are things that, no matter how many years pass, remain unsaid, or remain suspended somewhere between memory and heart.
We met on an ordinary day, on a beach that for many people was just sea and sun, but for us it was the beginning of a story that I never thought would change me so much.
With you I learned what it means to be alive in every sense, to laugh with soul, to argue with passion, to experience every feeling to the end. We had our ups and downs, maybe more than we should, but they were ours. They were honest. And for that, I will always be grateful to you.
Now life has taken me in a different direction. I am in a new stage, with someone I love and who loves me differently, calmly, surely, with plans ahead. But that doesn't mean I have forgotten what we lived. Our memories are not wounds, they are lessons. They are memories of a time when my heart was wild and free, where love had no fear, no logic.
If you ever think about the past, I want you to know that there is no bitterness in my thoughts about you. Only gratitude, respect, and a gentle feeling that reminds me that some people come into our lives to make us the version we were meant to be. You were one of them.
I hope you are well, that you are at peace and happy, with someone who understands you in a way that perhaps I never could. And perhaps, in another life, in another season, we could have met differently.
But in this life… thank you for everything you were. And for everything you taught me to be.
Peacefully,
Me.
- Written for Anabel by an anonymous woman, for the “Untold Stories” column – the haven where we recount those moments when the heart wants to speak, whether about the good or the difficult, about the deepest feelings that we don't want to keep inside. If you too would like to share your story, write to us at [email protected] .
