Carolina.

Dear Carolina,

I will give you my all, as I have always done. Open your arms to me. Embrace me how I’ve always longed to be held. My soul is tired, my body exhausted from all of the war. See me. See my heart. I promise I will be better, I will give everything within me. Let me be me, let me build me. I’ll make my way there, scared and all, and I won’t look back. I’m ready to dive in over my head, to be the unfamiliar yet again. I just ask for tenderness, for spring, for the storm to end.

I will see you soon.

S.