you don't have to be sorry.

genn

"don't forget to love her, the little girl you used to be, perhaps she lies within you, untucked, sleeping peacefully" - Kiana Llanos

to be "misunderstood" is such a complex statement, if it stood alone against nothing but a shabby door frame it would uphold a hung position, 5 foot 4" tall, with a heavy chest of washing line memories.

to be felt is a need, i know when you was growing up it was to maintain the happiness that radiates of a childhood bike. if I could replace the heartache with a basket for your bike, I would do it within a instant.

you deserve love, more than love can put on the kitchen table, more than the kitchen table can withhold. your body pulsates a nostalgic laughter only a little girl would laugh at. your heart needs to be heard, I often think if someone listened more when you was in your present girl-hood, things might be different.

it hurts me to know you just needed someone, and you didn't have anyone. looking back now, the fragile thoughts you had wasn't your fault.
nothing was your fault.
ill listen, I'll be your company, because I know how much you needed that as a little girl.

you could have been in a room of everyone and everything, but you still felt so alone. your so worried about the small things that you never noticed how much you mean to people, how much you help, how much you are loved.

love can be a strange concept for you, I get it. you want to be understood so hard it hurts, but you find it hard to accept.
so don't say sorry, don't stew on the harm and pain, don't feel guilty for forgiveness, be brave just like you always have.
no matter what, I hope you find the answer I know you desperately desire, the reason you crave, and most importantly, the forever life you deserve wholeheartedly.