Dears,
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On July 16, 2022, life took an unexpected turn for me. In the midst of turbulances, when storms shook the ground beneath me, there was a gentle pull, unseen; that steadied my wavering wings. That pull guided me toward a path I did not know I could walk, or rather, a sky I did not know I could fly.
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And with that pull, we did soared. No longer was I just a bird lost in winds without direction, we became part of a duet in the air. Together we climbed heights, breaking through storms, rising above clouds heavy with doubt. With her beside me, every horizon looked closer, every sunrise brighter, every gust of wind a chance to climb higher.
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I grew under her light, found strength I never thought lived within me. The accolades, the moments of becoming they were not mine alone; they were ours. We painted skies with colors no dawn had carried before. And for a while, I believed this sky was endless, that her wings would always brush against mine.
But skies, too, hold their seasons. Slowly, the winds shifted. The pull that once held me steady began to loosen. I felt it before I could name it the distance, the silence between wingbeats. Her flight curved toward another path, another horizon. And though I tried to follow, the air would not let me.
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The ladybird rare, luminous, unrepeatable drifted into a sky beyond my reach. She found her branch elsewhere, free of storms, resting with no worries in her heart.
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And I… I was left to circle these endless winds, not searching to claim her back for I know she will not return but searching to find again the trace of where her wings once touched the air beside mine.
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Now, I fly as a nomad. My heart wanders not aimlessly, but with memory of skies we carved together, memory of the pull that once held me in place. Even stripped of her presence, my wings still beat in rhythm with the echo she left behind.
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This is not a plea. Not a protest. It is simply confession. That even in her absence, I carry her shadow. That even in loss, I still belong partly to the sky we painted together.
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If these words reach her through the world, let them carry no blame, no sorrow, only truth:
that once, there was a ladybird who steadied me, who taught me flight, and whose memory I will carry for as long as these wings remember the sky