It's okay, I still have thousands of prayers for you.
And it might sound like a broken record that keeps chanting the same words.
I am afraid that life has been very hard on you, squeezing out the soul within you and leaving you wilted. After a stressful day, you walk towards your bed feeling empty and sighing because tomorrow, things have to start the same way again. And maybe you start to wonder when this cycle of hell is going to stop as it feels like never-ending pages which you have to keep turning until they reach a new chapter, hopefully, a better one.
Dearest, I pray for you. I do.
And since I am not the saint whose prayers get granted immediately, I will make sure those prayers keep coming towards you.
I pray for things to get easier for you and lift the weight on your shoulders to make you breathe easily again. I pray for your heart to stay warm and for the smile to bloom on your face. I pray for your dear friends to stay with you and bring you laughter every day. I pray for God to keep you in His protection everywhere and every time. I pray for every harm in any kind of form to be away from you. I pray that you go to sleep with a heart as light as a feather and drift toward the sweetest dreams.
I might not know what the future holds, my dear. And I don't know when this mundane chapter will end. But may my prayers be with you in every page, every chapter, every book.
I am proud of you, I really am, and I always will be. Thank you for always keeping on surviving.
I love you.
