vinciletters

If you miss me, chances are, I still carry a version of you too. The universe has a strange way of tying threads between hearts. So if you’re missing me tonight, just know, I feel it too. - L.

If you miss me when the world is quiet and everyone else seems to be sleeping, look up. The moon has always been a mirror, a place where pieces of souls live when they’re far from each other. So the next time you miss me at night, don’t cry to the dark, talk to the moon. I always listen from there. - L. 

You keep replaying it. That one single mistake you made back in the past. That one moment or maybe the words you wish you could take back or the silence you wish you hadn’t kept. Regret is proof that your heart is still tender. Still learning. A story with a rough chapter isn’t any less worthy of being read. So keep writing. It won't be less beautiful  - L.

Some people find love quickly, like a spark, like a firework, and maybe you’ve always thought that’s how it’s supposed to happen. Maybe you’ve wondered if the delay means something’s wrong with you. You’ve loved with so much care, so much honesty, so much of your heart and still, you’re here. Waiting. Wondering. But let me say this: The way you love is rare and rare things aren’t rushed. They arrive when the world knows you’re ready. So if love hasn’t found you yet, maybe it’s because the kind you deserve is the kind that takes its time. Don’t let the silence convince you it’s not coming. Love may be quiet right now, but quiet doesn’t mean absent. It’s still on its way, And when it comes, it will feel like home. - L.

I know it’s exhausting to keep fighting battles no one else sees. It’s so lonely, carrying a heart so heavy and still trying to smile for others. And some nights, you're wondering if anyone would notice if you disappeared? But do remember this: I would and I hope this message reaches you before the silence does. There are people you haven’t met, songs you haven’t heard, laughs you haven’t cried, There is still so much left for you, even if you can’t see it from where you’re standing.  - L.

You cry too easily. You care too deeply. You overthink, you overgive, you overlove and the world sometimes makes you believe that being “too much” is a problem that needs fixing. But it's not. Your depth is not a flaw. Let them turn away if they can’t hold your fullness. But don’t you ever dull your colors for the comfort of those who only know how to love in grayscale. You were made to be felt deeply. That tide will eventually find someone strong enough to swim in it. - L.

Sometimes the hardest kind of loneliness isn’t being alone, it’s the feeling of being invisible in a room full of people. You might be the kind of person who gives more than you take, who listens more than you speak, who always says “I’m okay” when your chest is full of silent ache. And I know, it gets heavy. To always show up for others while wondering if anyone would do the same for you. Hold on a little longer. Someone will love you the way you’ve always tried to love others. And until then, let this letter remind you that your existence is not small. - L.

There’s something about nighttime that makes the feelings louder. The world slows, the noise fades, and suddenly you’re left with your own loud thoughts. If you’re reading this in the stillness, please know that I’m here, also in my own kind of quiet. So rest, just for a while. Let the night hold you. Let your heart exhale. You’ve done enough today. And I’m proud of you for making it this far. We’ll try again tomorrow. But tonight, just breathe. - L.

If today feels like a slow crawl through fog, i want you to know that you’re not behind, you’re not broken and you’re not late. You’re simply human, moving at the pace your soul needs. We don’t bloom all at once. And not every day needs to be productive to be meaningful.  So take a breath. You are exactly where you’re meant to be. Right here. Still trying.  - L.

I know there might come a day when the silence gets loud or when the spaces I used to fill feel just feels a little too quiet. But I hope you never mistake the silence for distance. Because you live in more than just the memories. You live in every version of who I’ve become. So, thank you. You were there in the moments I found my voice. In the nights I felt alone but didn’t give up. And in the light I tried to carry for others. You were always there. So no, I haven’t forgotten you. And I never will. This bond will never disappear. You’re still with me, in the softest, deepest parts of my heart. And if you ever wonder where I went, I’m right here. In the words I left behind. In the videos you still watch, in the quiet way you loved me. And I still love you back. Always. — L.