At the end of the day, all we want is to come home to something, to someone—someone who holds us and reassures us that we matter.

If not, then maybe everything we're doing still amounts to something greater than we are.

In our endless pursuit of not becoming redundant or unloved, we sometimes forget to just be ourselves.

This is the end of a day. A moment where you can just be yourself, as you are.

In an attempt to serenade myself, I’m sharing an open letter to anyone willing to listen. Because if I need this, I believe there’s someone, somewhere in the world, who needs it too.