3c0

What the heckin’ heck. I was just thinking to myself that the last time my body felt this way, S was hanging around my energy field. And by the way, it was not a good feeling. It’s lethargic. Weighed down. Heavy. Like something had taken a hold of my body. I was just letting a video on YouTube play (and hints of this person came into my head) and then I fell asleep and napped. When I woke up, I saw a letter on my doorstep from S. It looks thick, like it’s at least 7 A4 pages long. My intuition tells me not to open it and to cut it outside.

No. No mister. I grew in my peace. I tilled my body for this peace. I cultivated and watered my peace. I watched all the flowers and fauna in my garden grow. I let the weeds grow wild. They are plenty. But my garden is peaceful and loving and there is no space for you to be in it.

I forgive myself for letting you in. I forgive myself for being lonely and needy and hungry for someone to care about me. I forgive myself for allowing you to enter my sacred space and for even giving you my address. I accept what I have done and forgive myself. I release you. I let you go. No, you remain uninvited.