My love,
You won’t believe how tenderly everything unfolded.
No, it didn’t go the way you planned.
And yes, some dreams had to die so others could be born.
But none of it was wasted.
None of it was wrong.
You stopped waiting for someone to catch up.
You stopped living in cycles that drained your light.
And when you finally surrendered — not from defeat, but from trust —
everything began to bloom.
The villas came. The laughter returned.
Your hands built spaces that held other people’s healing.
You gave warmth to children who had none.
And in doing so, you became the kind of mother the world rarely sees — fierce, free, and full of grace.
Some called you the woman who walked away.
But I know the truth: you walked toward your soul.
You chose peace over proving.
You chose a life over a loop.
And what came to you — through spirit, through soil, through unexpected arrivals —
was more sacred than any script you could have written.
So don’t be afraid, my love.
Don’t beg God for what isn’t ready.
Just keep becoming.
Keep trusting.
Keep loving in the way only you know how.
The life that’s meant for you is not behind you.
It’s already reaching for your hands.
With reverence,
— You, from the life you didn’t know would be this beautiful
Hellènic Muse 