for Dingtea
I don’t know when you’ll see this, or if you ever will.
But I was thinking of you today. Like I do on most days.
And about how cute you sounded when you asked me to tell you a bedtime story.
And how during the past 16 hours we spent together, I saw little glimpses of the Dingtea that I fell in love with in 2023.
I’ve been reading some of our old texts because I sometimes miss how sweet you were to me, even when I was being real bratty.
Some of them are really painful to read. You were so kind and loving, and I sound so cold and angry. I know I was overly protective of my heart, but I wish I wasn’t, because all you wanted to do was love me.
I’m hoping that you’ll let me love you through this season of healing and that the old Dingtea I fell in love with will slowly come out of his turtle shell.
I know he’s there, I’ve been seeing him more often.
And I know loving me isn’t easy, especially with all of the emotional scars I etched onto your skin.
I see you though, and I appreciate all of the effort you’ve been putting in.
I’m trying too. I hope you can see that.
I love you, a tadbit more than you know.
a little angtsy,
Juju ❤
