Somehow, we humans have caused some strain in our longstanding relationship. Our love has become one sided. Humans have become dominant and you, my love, have been overlooked. You’ve become a mirage to our lives. Just like a pot of boiling water pressure begins to build until there is no room left. What comes next is an explosion. I can see this happening in front of my eyes with you. The positive is that I caught it, but is it too late? Have you blown the pot lid off?
Hind sight is twenty-twenty. Is there something I could have done to avoid this situation of strain? I am learning to read your signs. I am looking at our past to the times when we were happy. Our tumultuous history. Listening to the professionals give their opinions on how we must fix this void I have created gives hope to the cause.
I have been thinking of ways to fix things. I know you don’t appreciate cheap things that accumulate exponentially. I promise to spoil you with things you will like. I know you like trees, and clean oceans/skies. Would that make things better? I know it is only a start, but there is an effort there. I want to make this work. We need to make this work. We were meant to be together.