I wanted to send you this before I forgot.

And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom
-Anais Nin

If this was paper, you would be able to see all the erase marks and crossed out sentences that I wrote here. There are so many things I want to say, but I can never get them to come out exactly how I want, which is frustrating.

This poem punches me in the gut a little every time I read it. I'll leave it at that.