Dear You,
I don't know where you are. I don't know when you will come for me. But this I will tell you for sure, after the man I thought I'd marry broke my heart and my soul, I'm starting to pick the broken shards and I'll polish it clean and build it again for you. My heart will no longer be the nicest heart that you'll see and scars might be visible but this is all I am and I hope that you would take me and that the love you have for me can see it through.
If you only knew how wounded and defeated I am right now. If you only knew how much I wanted to be saved. But never fret love, I can save myself. You'll love me for it.
I pray for God's understanding on my anger. My heart was crushed, violated, stepped on, and murdered. My life was disrespected. But I will stand and I will love myself and I will show you how I've changed and you will love me for it.
I've already packed my things and moved to the new apartment where I'm at now. What's nice about my room is that it has its own terrace where I can do people-watching, I got a queen sized bed fit for a queen like me, I got a vanity mirror and God to heal my soul.
When you see me with all smiles and looking good and okay, don't hesitate to come forward and meet me. Though I will become strong and I will survive, I still need you. I have all the love here in my heart. I'll save it for you. Only for you.
Love,
Lyra
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