Blahg #9 - "A Love Letter, To You."

When I think of you, blahg readers, dear friends:

It makes my heart swell. I have a love for you that is profound. I want only the best for you in this life, whatever that may be. I wish for your happiness with all my being, every minute. I think of you in love, in the most loving ways I can possibly manage. Even if we don't really know each other, or perhaps do not see each other often, or at all, in this life. No matter where you are or what you are doing or what you have done or what you will do, or what you haven't done, or what you won't. Even if you do not have an ounce of love for me, I have this love for you. Even if your heart is filled to the brim with all the nastiest kinds of hatred the human mind can conjure up and send to the heart as emotion for me, the love I have for you remains. Nothing you could ever say or do could destroy this love, or take it away, or make it go away. I love you, dear friends, without any needing, without any conditions, whatsoever, without any participation from you.

It does not deplete me or take my energy to love you this way. In fact, the exact opposite is true. This love is like a fuel for my soul, the more I find the more I find is underneath, and the amount of joy I receive just living in my love for you is immeasurable. I do not need to factor any circumstances into this love. Any differences in personality. Any potentials. Any rules. This is not tolerance. This is love. You do not earn it. You can not lose it. Because you always are who you are, whether you know it or not. And I love that part of you, who you really are. And it's so beautiful I can hardly stand it. No matter who you are. And even if you hide it endlessly from yourself, and even if you've forgotten entirely, and even if you never knew, there *you* will be, life, burning brightly underneath, in complete balance, whole, the most perfect thing imaginable. **Everything.** And that is what I will see, always, when I look at you, and that is what I will think of when I think of you, no matter what you present or project or say or do or think. This does not take work. The *life* in someone is so very easy to love.

When you see it.


I am grateful for you, and your very important part in this game, and in the general expansion of everything, which needs you and has always needed you, just to keep happening. And which will keep on happening and happening- no matter where you are or what you do or what you think or experience or create or believe or live- perfectly. As it should. All the time.

ALL IS AS IT SHOULD BE. Love, let it be. <---- This is not a sad statement. It is the most joyous one imaginable. It is the most joyous one in existence maybe.


You are loved, all the time. You are never alone.

All my love, cats and kittens. And I hope you fucking feel it.


-Amber