Stories are my passion. They’re everything to me.
For the sake of a good story I’ll laugh at myself when I fall down a flight of steps (or into an elevator wall). For the sake of a challenging story I face what hurts and I grow. For the sake of a romantic story I trust and I care far too much.
Stories are my most prized possessions. Woven in and through my life, they define who I am.
When life gets quiet, I love to pull certain memories down off the shelf and reread through the pages.
Stories where I hear the words “I love you.” Stories where I feel seen. Stories where I laugh and smile. Even the stories that are bittersweet.
But the ones that hurt? Those I tuck away and try to forget.
They can’t be thrown away. They’ve been written whether I like them or not.
So I cover them up. I deny them. I mock them. Whatever it takes to prove to people that they have nothing to do with me.
With my sensitive heart, it’s easy for a well written chapter to become tarnished. And this year has been full of stories I adored turned into ones I now avoid.
Maybe it’s this year of lost moments or the beginning of my new adventure making me emotional, but tonight meant so much.
Dear friend, I couldn’t bear the thought of negative words being the last of mine that you read.
Today a short chapter I used to avoid was somehow redeemed. As I reread through the story’s pages for the first time in almost two years, I find awkward moments and sweet ones. I cringe at the childish words and reactions, but I smile as I see all I learned.
That’s why, dear friend, you deserved a new letter.
I know it was a small chapter. One that’s far behind us. But simple or not, it was a story that meant something.
So thank you. Thank you for redeeming those memories for me.