Happy Friday. Or Valentine’s Day. Whichever one today is for you.

Hey you,

It’s Valentine’s Day for you, but it’s just another Friday for me. And that’s okay 👍🏼

I wasn’t going to send anything today, but Semilore wanted a letter, so here you go. Say thank you to Semilore😂😘

The thing is, I write to you every year. A letter, a note, a whisper of something true. So why would I stop now, just because I’m trying to decide whether I’m sad or happy? Why would I break tradition, when this—this putting feelings into words, this making sense of what’s inside has always been my way of loving, my way of being?🥹

So here I am, writing to you again on the 14th of February lol ❤️

I slept sad. I don’t know why. I woke up heavy, and I still don’t know why. But somehow, the weight has lifted, just a little. And I don’t know if it’s because I refused to feel what I was supposed to feel, or if the sadness didn’t belong to me in the first place.

Maybe I’m learning that not every sadness deserves a home. That I don’t have to hold onto things that only want to slip through my fingers.

That love … real love, deep love doesn’t just exist in grand moments or grand gestures. Sometimes, love is simply choosing to be here 🥺here with youuuu 🙈Choosing to write, even when I don’t know what to say. Choosing to feel, even when I don’t understand what I’m feeling. Or just by doing this for Semi 🫧

And I do love love. So much.

So today, like every year, I write.

Deep breath *

There are days when love feels like sunshine . Soft  and golden, spilling through your window, warming everything it touches. And then there are days when love is the rain;gentle, steady, something to stand beneath with open arms… I guess

Some days, love is laughter that rings through the air like my Bruno Mars favorite song. Other days, love is a quiet presence, sitting beside you in silence, asking for nothing, expecting nothing…❤️

And then, there are days like today;days when love doesn’t feel like anything at all. When it’s just a whisper in the wind, a memory on the tip of your tongue. But even on those days, love is still here. You are still here. I’m still here .

To you ❤️

I love you. I love the way you keep going, even when you don’t know where you’re headed. I love the way you let yourself feel, even when you’re unsure if you’re feeling the right thing. I love the way you carry love inside you, even when you’re not sure what to do with it.

I love that you are still learning, still growing, still becoming. I love that even when you don’t have all the answers, you still write the letter. You still show up. You still try.

And isn’t that love, too?

So here’s to you, my love. The one who stays, the one who hopes, the one who feels. Here’s to another February 14 of letters, another year of love messy, beautiful, endless❤️❤️‍🔥

Happy Friday. Or Valentine’s Day. Whichever one today is for you.