Reflection from Dear Sister

In Dear Sister, love isn’t something that ends, it transforms, lingers, and echoes beyond the boundaries of time and space. It’s not just a feeling but a thread woven into the very fabric of our lives, stitched through memories, silences, and even loss.

Pete’s letter to Chris is one such thread. A love letter that isn’t about goodbye but about waiting. About presence in absence. It’s raw, tender, and unapologetically vulnerable.

This letter isn’t just for Chris. It’s for anyone who has ever loved someone across the divide of time, distance, or grief. It speaks to the spaces where love remains when everything else has shifted.

“Chris,

I remember the first time I saw you; how the world seemed to hold its breath, as if time itself paused to savor your depth. Maybe it was your eyes, vast and blue, like oceans stirred by storms breaking through, or the way you stood, fragile yet bright, waiting to be known, bathed in light. You didn’t wait long, you struck like a flame, sudden and fierce, I was never the same.

The first time I touched your skin, it felt like summer woven in, warm, soft, impossibly bright, carrying the sea even out of sight. I was just a boy, naive and bold, thinking promises never grew old. I vowed to marry you, someday, somehow, but love is carved deeper than any vow.

I miss you, Chris.

I miss the way you curled in tight, your head on my shoulder, fitting just right. I miss your eyes, like pools of dawn, and the way you’d drift when you thought I was gone. But I was there, always near, gathering echoes I’d someday hold dear.

I miss the us within quiet space, in breaths unspoken, in love’s embrace. We were more than touch, more than words, stitched together by hearts unheard. In laughter, in tears, in moments small, we built a life, we had it all.

We are one soul, stretched thin through time, divided by breath, connected in rhyme. But not for long, this I know, for love like ours never lets go.

I’ll wait for you where shadows fall, in echoes of waves, in the silent call, in grief softened to memory’s hue, waiting here until I see you.

You will find me.

Until then, remember this: I’m part of you, woven in bliss, in every heartbeat, every tear, in every whisper, I’m still near.

I love you.

Pete”

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