Joiya
Do you have any idea how deeply intertwined our lives are?
Do you know how precious you are — to me, to all of us?
Did you forget that we’re family?
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Do you even realize how many times you’ve saved me?
Do you remember how often you were there for me when I needed you?
The funny thing is, I rarely even ask for help. But somehow, you always knew.
You sensed when I was down. You knew that just being there was enough for me.
You respected how hard it was for me to open up — and yet you stayed.
Without asking, without judging, without pressuring me to feel better or even to acknowledge your presence — you were simply there. Present.
And now, I’m struggling to do the same for you.
I’m finding it hard to give you the space and peace you need to think.
Please, help me once more. How can I make it up to you? How can I make things better?
I’m here — just as you were always there for me.
After this open letter, I’ll wait patiently, the way you once waited for me.
Please, let me back in.
I can’t imagine my life without Joiya.
