To the little girl who spent all night waiting for a shooting star to wish upon,
I'm sorry you spent so many hours surveying the sky, trying to find a source of magic to fix yourself. You needed no fixing, for you were not born broken. You had a great light within you, and all you needed was a little encouragement. I am sorry you never saw that.
I took what you left behind and built on it. Crafted an identity with bits and pieces of you. I became all that you were and all that you wished you had been. So thank you, little girl for helping me become who I am today. I know you never found your shooting star, but I hope now you see that the magic you sought after was within you all along.
From- the man who grew out of you.
YOU ARE READING
Abstract Feelings
CasualeWatch as I attempt to put my complex feelings into words. Contains poems, letters, and other random snip-it's of my mind's commentary.
