Dear Vincent Van Gogh,
I know you’re gone, and have been for a long time, but my heart still breaks for you.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry that life returned so little of the love that you gave it. I’m sorry that you felt so lost in the world that was supposed to make you feel safe.
Yes, you were different. Yes, you were difficult. Aren’t we all, at some point? I wish I could’ve told you that it’s okay. That you didn’t have to be too hard on yourself. That it’s alright not to have everything figured out. That one day, all that pain will finally make sense.
Above all, I wish you could’ve felt all the love that the world is finally, finally giving you now. I wish you could’ve seen the wonder on our faces, felt the awe in our hearts whenever we look at what you have created.
And so my heart still breaks for you, more than a century after you died. Because you left without seeing.
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