Sunset Waiting for Sunrise…

13th July 2025

Hello my most beautiful and precious starshine,

I hope you’re okay my lovely, and you’re enjoying the most gorgeous day. I hope it’s been a very happy, chilled and relaxing one with sunshine {} xxx

I always check the window opposite before I brush my teeth and make face happy. I was greeted by the setting sun. It was stunning. I thought of you and hoped you were enjoying its golden colours as well. It reminded me of Kate Bush’s brilliant Sunset with its sky full of honey. 

Sunset at 21.38

I really hope it doesn’t turn to dust…

I watched the episode of the Doctor about fears and how they’re our shadow, our companion. They said shadows can bring us together, but I feel they can sadly do the opposite as well.

My protective voice is quite loud at the moment. It’s trying its best to re-imagine things to protect me from getting hurt, but I’m now aware of it and I need to let it know that it’s okay. It doesn’t need to be overly protective. I don’t want anything to be re-written. It was real. It still is. It’s as real as my feelings and they will never change. This I know.

My heart’s capacity to love is intact, but I’m terrified of getting hurt again. I do know it wasn’t intentional {} xxx I’m keeping everything crossed my protective voice will be silent by the time I contact you directly. I’m sure it will be. 

I had a reminder about how it’s okay to have fears. Fear can tell us if something is wrong, so it keeps us safe; but it can also challenge us and help us move forward. It’s the protective voice that can turn our fears into something it’s not. It’s the protective voice that can hold us back, not our fears. 

I know I’ve said this many times now, but I really do hope we can resume our precious friendship. I feel it will be absolutely fine, healthy and positive. There’s absolutely no reason for it not to be.

It’s 22.25. It’s time to sleep. Nnight, sleep tight and dream sweet dreams for you and for me my lovely. I do love you and I’m hugging you with all my heart {} xxxx

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