Unsettling - A letter to you

I don’t think I’ve ever struggled this much to write.

But today, I find myself struggling.
So, why not start from the beginning?

Yesterday, Wednesday afternoon.
Stood outside, on the playground.
The sky was calm blue, brushed with slow-moving clouds that veiled the light every now and then.
The trees stood tall in their autumn mix of brown, yellow, and green, each one changing, yet reluctant to let go.
There was barely any wind, only a slow, deliberate movement that made the leaves shimmer like small waves.

First, I walked around. I held on to the barrier. Later, I sat on the swing, too small, too low, made for children. And then I moved on to the black bench. I crossed my legs. I was wearing my Christmas nightie bottoms, a knitted cardigan, socks, and shoes. An odd combination, but it felt right. Soft. Familiar. Safe. If anyone saw me, they might have wondered what story sat behind that outfit, and why I’d chosen to be there, looking that way, at that hour. But I wasn't there to explain. I was there to feel, to let the day breathe through me, quietly and freely. We spoke. About many things. And the words that lingered have been circling me since. Then your write-up arrived, earlier than planned. And something about your rhythm, your restraint, felt deeply unsettling. After reading everything, I realised You still haven’t said your truth. So today, I’m not running from it. I’m sitting with it. Letting the stillness be a mirror. And I’ll be here on this black bench, beneath a sky that can’t decide what colour it wants to be, waiting, not for perfection, But for honesty.

written by Abii

To find out how it all started, click the Link. How to stay in love when apart.

Day 1, When Time Split Between 12 Midnight and 7 A.M.

Day 2, Make it Obvious or Don't

Day 3, Wednesday