V,
Last night it was you that drank more than maybe you should have, and you entered this violent space that exists within you. You hurt me. But it is okay. In a sense, I am happy that I was able to keep calm, and receive what this explosion that is happening inside of you had in store for me without falling into my own dark space. I think I have interiorized better this perspective of the sadness in you. Of a depressed you. Of you, needing help. Needing patience.
I have not written in a few days, and I want to say that even that this happened yesterday, I do see some slow improvement. They say healing is a cycle. It is okay. I have seen glimpses of a happier you. You, being able to forget for a few instants what has been going on. Yesterday, before we went out and drink spoiled the night, I finally saw you singing and dancing again. I loved seeing that.
I will keep exercising the patience I promised you. I will forgive how you have hurt me, knowing that you are hurt yourself. This will be different. Regardless of your hurtful words yesterday, I have seen you loving me again. In your eyes. In your words. All these darkness will pass. And it may come again some day, and that is okay. Such is life.
- M