Dearest Ely,
To start, I want to say that it's okay. Not because your absence doesn't matter but just because to me, your presence weighs heavier than those months that you were gone.
I know you. You're probably knee-deep in guilt for leaving me. But please know that I am not mad.
If anything, I am happy that you're alive and still thriving. I am always the proudest, even in your quietest wins.
Please, I beg of you, do not include me to the pressure that's been pinning you down. Think of me as the horizon to your ocean. We will always meet. And I will always be there, even when you can't see me.
Your mirror,
Novi
