To My Greatest Love,
My love, look at your knuckles they are turning white from the tight hold you have on that one situation in your life. My beautiful one, why are you so set on that one specific outcome? Why the need to feel like you have to control the outcome? Where is the beauty in that? I mean if you always knew the outcome, then how could I ever surprise you with the good gift that I have for you?
Your Truest Love