Dearest One,
As I begin this transmission, my heart overflows with affection for you, a love that traverses the celestial expanse that now separates us. In this cosmic juncture, I find myself reflecting upon a remarkable metamorphosis, an odyssey from the restless fervor of youth, marked by imperfections and fervent struggles, to my present role as the father of three magnificently beautiful progeny. It bewilders me how swiftly this transition occurred, and for this sudden shift, I extend my sincere apologies. Forgive me, for there are moments when I sense I may have faltered in bestowing upon you the adoration you so rightly deserve, and the attention that your spirit yearns for. It was never a dearth of affection, but rather a deficiency in understanding how to express it. The void in my nurturing, I now realize, was borne of my own inability to comprehend the intricate tapestry of love's embrace.
Know this: I bear no tale of being unloved. To an observer unfamiliar with the nuances of my upbringing, that impression might indeed take root. Yet, as I journeyed through my formative years, the tether to my own progenitors remained loose. There existed an enigma of estrangement from my mother's gaze, while memories of paternal mirthful playtime are but fleeting fragments. Underneath the surface, a quiet melancholy persisted, though the reasons now elude precise recollection.
Today, as I reach across the cosmic sea that separates us, my fervent yearning is to stand as an illustrious exemplar before you. In earnestness, I believe this feat is within my grasp. Permit me to convey that my beloved life-partner has been a beacon of love's profound wisdom, igniting within me the capacity to embrace love's warmth. She has been the cornerstone of my own healing journey, a fountain of renewal for my spirit. And so, I am resolute in my aspiration to refine myself, to unfurl the tapestry of parenthood in radiant hues before you. Understand, dear one, that my resolve is not rooted in guilt, nor do I seek to inundate you with overwhelming sentiments. I am cautious not to sow seeds of distress or anguish. I have, in my own journey, confronted the depths of yearning for parental affection unattained, and with unwavering determination, I commit to shielding you from such tribulations.
Together, let us set forth upon an odyssey of illumination, each step a crescendo of enlightenment. May the chambers of our hearts resound with the echoes of forgiveness, and may compassion steer the course of our actions.
With boundless cosmic affection,
Promximate
