Another 2 hours and a 4 way meeting later I wanted to pen another letter
I would explain the premise of the letter and feelings around it but I think it's better that I just do it in my letter
Dear __________
I love you. That's just it.
My love for you will be finite. I know this now. I will probably always love you.
It's quite easy to see why, everytime I look into the face of our 14th month old; I see you and there is love.
Every tear I cry and every hurt I feel; my love for you grows immensely and infinitely (lots of tears and pain)
A love riddled in hurt but also in healing.
We sit across from each other adversaries with the same common goal fighting and I find love for you. Actually it's the most difficult time for me to dig in and find that love but somewhere it comes radiating through the tears I mentioned before. Love
It's my love for you that causes me so much pain but brings me pleasure
It's my love for you that sought you out wrongly those many nights of arguing and avoiding each other like the plague. My love for you is deeper.
Eventually my love for you scared me, made me toxic
It's that same love that allows me to demonstrate kindness to you and yours
Nothing good will come of hate.
So in the end I choose to love you, love you completely, love you enough to let go even when it's the most difficult heart wrenching thing to do.
Because I will always have love for you. Bolaji is love and i can only love the creator of the person who i find so much love joy and happiness.
With love always,
-Sara-Kay
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