Dear Friend,

On my birthday you told me a secret. I love secrets. But I don’t know if I was ready to hear this one. It’s too soon. It seems as if every year someone tells me a secret that I become forced to carry. They leave me with these secrets. Sometimes it feels like I’m carrying it all by myself. It’s overwhelming. So I have to ask you to wait. I’m sorry. I know you’re struggling. But I have too much already. I will come back though. I wish I could promise. 

Love, Me