Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear Win,
I guess it’s not jealousy that I have. Not in the traditional sense. I mean I have a wonderful life and I know it. It’s not perfect but it’s mine. And I have Isaac. In those ways my heart is more than full.
What I do envy is...Your family. Yes, I know that they’re mine too, in our strange way. Sometimes I wish that I could have held mine. Even with their father being who he is. I wish I could have that.
But thank you for letting me have a piece of yours. A place in yours.
Mae












