Here’s to the one who is not at their best; to the girl who stops shining.
I adored her. Remembering the first time I met her, she looked like the sun, shining so brightly, gleaming, and glowing. It was a beautiful sight. But when I look at her just now, little by little she loses her shine.
Here’s to the one who feels down; to the girl who fights alone.
I still adore her. She has been through a lot. She has fought lots of fights alone. She keeps it all to herself. But sometimes it’s no use to fight. She is not strong enough to win them all. Falling apart, she is.
Here’s to the one who is in vast darkness; to the girl who is in too deep.
Pitch black is what she sees; her thoughts, her mind. Hard to get out, she says. It is like the universe. It is dangerous. No escape. No boundaries. And she is in too deep into the black hole. What she does not understand is that the universe has stars, and that’s what makes space so beautiful. So is her. And her mind.
Here’s to the one who suffers; to the girl who is still hurting.
It hurts to see her. She said once that she trusted people so easily. That she never learned. But I just want her to trust herself. To trust her ability to hold on, and let go.
Here’s to the one who conquers; to the girl who learns to give in.
She finally understands. She feels tired enough, fighting the battle she cannot win. She embraces her flaws and her greater fears. She makes peace with them. The sparkle that once was absent starts to appear. Worthwhile, it is.
Here’s to the one who is fulfilled; to the girl who feels good about herself.