Today I write to thank you — not for the achievements, nor for the sunny days, but for the silent cleansings you perform in my soul. Thank you for freeing me, whether with gentleness or with storm, from those who do not deserve my affections.

You know, for a long time I gave too much. I scattered affection like someone casting seeds to the wind, hoping that one might bloom. But not every soil is fertile, and not every heart knows how to welcome. I have learned that affection is precious, and it should not be given to those who do not know how to care for it.

That is why I ask you to continue. Continue distancing me from those who see no value in what I offer. Continue protecting me from bonds that only drain, from presences that do not add, from gazes that do not see. May the filter of your tide carry away what has no root.

Today I walk lighter. Not for lack of love, but by choice. I choose to give my affection where it is welcomed, where there is reciprocity, where there is truth. And if, by chance, I forget this, may you remind me — with a sunset, with an absence, with a silence that speaks.

With care,

Beatriz Esmer