This time last year, you and I were still in love. What happened? It feels like you and I somehow slid into a trial separation and I don’t know how we’re supposed to make up.
One thing I do know though: you’re worth it. This space is worth it. You are worth struggling with a camera I hardly know how to use. You’re worth the sense of guilt that settles in when another Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday disappears with no post. You’re worth the time dedicated to writing, researching, photographing, thinking, and creating.
I will not give up on you, no matter how uninspired I feel, no matter how disconnected I feel. You are a part of who I am. I am not ready, yet, to let you go.