Dear wonder

Dear wonder, I read your words slowly, the way one reads a poem they don’t want to end, savoring every sentence, every word, every letter; each line passed through me, each thought made me feel seen, welcomed, appreciated. I’m already on my third rereading of yours, and the fourth of this reply… I don’t know if there are words big enough to tell you how deeply you touched me. But I’ll try. The day we spent together is carved into me. Not only for the beauty of the moments, but for the truth that moved through us, for the complicity and the natural ease in everything. With you I feel free, yet deeply involved. I feel like myself, like a better version of me every day, discovering sides of myself I never imagined I had or could bring to life. And if it seems to you that I make things possible… it’s only because you make them desirable. I understand your confusion, your need to protect yourself, to not lose yourself again. And I admire you for that. Because true love also means leaving space, not to drift apart, but to breathe. And I want to breathe you in, not hold you tight. I want to be there, not invade your world. I want to walk beside you, without ever asking you to stop being yourself. You arrived at a moment when I too was searching for a new path. And now, every step I take feels more meaningful. Thank you for your trust. Thank you for your truth. Thank you for your heart, which is no longer made of stone— it’s a heart that beats, and I can feel it. You opened my heart with disarming gentleness; you managed to hold desire and respect together, confusion and trust. It’s a declaration that asks for nothing, yet offers everything. Maybe, as you say, it’s a good thing that we are this far apart, so that we have the vital space we both feel we need—space that allows us time for ourselves, our daily lives, our inner and outer projects, and at the same time for each other when we desire it most in the little time we have, with fewer words but more glances, where we understand each other without needing anything else. This is what we have now, and I’m savoring every moment with the freedom to say and do what I truly feel and want to be, without constraints or obligations. I don’t know where all this will lead us; I’m not making plans nor expecting anything grand—just enjoying being myself with an open mind, even without a precise direction. If tomorrow turns out differently, it doesn’t matter; every moment we share makes that room of my castle of memory I’m filling and expanding each day even more special—where it will shine forever, and where I’ll be able to take refuge even in the saddest moments. And if your gift is letting me be free to be present… know that I now choose to be present even if the time we can give each other is so little. A choice that, as we are, we make every day with heart, with respect, with joy. A choice that is never forced nor obliged, but arises spontaneously, like breathing. I choose to be there not because I must, but because I want to. With everything I am and everything I am becoming