It’s okay, my love.
It’s okay, my love.
It’s okay to do your thing. It’s okay to reply late. It’s okay to be sad and not talk to me. It’s okay to turn off your phone and sleep all day. It’s okay to be distant.
It’s okay to figure things out on your own. It’s okay to restore your peace of mind. It’s okay to weep silently from the baggage you still carry. It’s okay to lie down for a while and forget about everything. It’s okay.
Remember that I love you—and that includes understanding your chaos, supporting your journey, and giving you enough distance to think. I know that sometimes, you just need to choose yourself, but your love for me remains the same.
And my love, it’s okay.
