Spaced Repetition 101

An open letter to the person who still holds pieces of my heart:

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Hi, it’s been a while. I must tell you, it has been so hard for me to walk around knowing that there are pieces of myself that are still with you. Sometimes, I find it enjoyable talking to someone while smiling knowing how hard I was trying to conceal that there was something missing in me...pieces that I allowed myself to leave behind with you. I allowed you to take the pieces of myself without you even asking for it, not wanting even bits of it. I just did let you have it.

“No regrets?”, they asked. “Never.”, I always reply. I never ever regret the day I decided to give parts of myself to you, even when the time I insisted you take them. Those are beautiful, authentic bits of me. Those are the times I felt most beautiful even without makeup on. Those are moments I never got to feel insecure and always thinking if I look good or what. Those are moments I never had to wait and ask other people for validation. Those moments with you, those bits of myself I left with you. I realized that those pieces are still with me, amazingly. Those are the moments I felt I was never losing no matter how much you felt I was giving and that you could not longer give me something that would equally make the exchange worth it. Those are the moments that even while I cry and remember them, I still feel the same way - fearless, beautiful, kind. Those are times that will always remain in my present, not even consider it as my past. Those are moments in my life that I will keep on remembering especially in times when it slowly creeps out of my mind to protect my heart. I still consciously and repeatedly remember you, never really want to forget you anymore for the rest of my life and the next lifetimes. So, just keep my pieces with you. You can pretend they are not there with you anymore. But I know that you know that we both know that those won’t go. Those pieces will stay with you, with me, because it just exist, never really lost, never really forgotten. Even in silence, especially in our comfortable silence.

Artwork by: President Snow