locke besse
2 min readFeb 13, 2022

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Love informs your soul. Your thoughts, your words, the parts of you you have shared with me reach deep inside of me and stir the essence of who I am. You often bring me to tears with the purity of what you experience and express. They are a revelation of what gives meaning to life and relationships.

You have not stopped channeling. You are now channeling Love in its purest unlabeled form. Before you wanted to give each encounter an individual identity, unaware of the beautiful completeness they all shared. You have now released past experience from the labels that confined them and are embracing the unfettered beauty integral to all that defines and connects us.

The paradox of growth is that often things must die so something new can be born and live. You are becoming the woman you always have been, discarding the Illusion of maleness you had uncritically accepted and believed. But your essential nature remains the same. It shines even more brightly. Your love for your wife has always been obvious and your dedication unassailable. It burns more incandescently in the midst of your melancholy. You wish the life you have shared could continue to grow rather than wither. In your heart you know it could be so much more beautiful and complete. You both grieve what is being lost and the distance it has created between the two of you. Alas she sees only a widening chasm which can never be bridged rather than a new possibility for love.

My most fervent hope is that the death you are both experiencing is a harbinger of new life for a deeper and more authentic love between you and your beloved. The relationship will change. You will establish new lives together though apart. With time I hope there will come greater knowledge and understanding of what that can become.

For the moment know that I am sharing your joy in your expression of love and unfolding self awareness and grieving with you in your losses. As it has been, it always will be.♥️

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locke besse
locke besse

Written by locke besse

Eclectic trans woman, terminally curious. Too many degrees. Trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Attract stray puppies and social outcasts

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