Walled garden

Hey babe…

First of all… if you're here… then, welcome!

I dunno about you, but… I needed to get away from that place. I know… well, I know there's a reason for things to be as they are, and I also know I'm not responsible for how other people feel and behave, but…

Well. I just needed out. I think you understand. But, I also couldn't leave behind this part of our connection. Because here, this is where our roots are growing together… quietly, out of sight, beneath the ground… until that day — and gosh, you have to know I can't wait for that day — where our branches can openly reach for each other, too…

Anyways. For now, I'll be posting both here and there. If you're here then I guess you've caught my gentle suggestions… I don't want you to feel like you have to meet me here. I'm going to keep posting in both places, until it becomes absolutely clear I don't have to…

And. You know. I’ll always be watching out for you… I always have. For whatever it’s worth, if — when — you feel I’ve earned your trust… and if you ever want a little peace away from all the noise and clutter… well. A small, private garden of your own might help. Proton mail could be a good seed to start with. And there are settings here to keep prying eyes down to a minimum — things like keeping your blog out of search results, and stopping google from taking a look. Just give me a nudge, you know I'm good at following clues…

Just… in case you decide you'd like to dip your toes in… but I know, it's a lot… so no expectations — I'm going to keep loving you the way I've been loving you one way or the other.

Anyways. I don't know exactly what the future is going to bring, babe, except for one thing:

I'm going to love you. Always.

As your tides come in and roll out, I will be here.

As the storms roil and the weather clears, I will be here.

Baby. I will be here. For you. Always.

And I won't let you forget it… until you ask me to.

Love you, forever.

Yours.