I was looking at old photos on my phone, The girl I once was stares back at me, her bright smile and hopeful eyes a haunting reminder of what I've lost. I don't hate her anymore; I miss her. I would do anything to get her back..
I miss how bubbly she used to be, her kindness, and her genuine smile. Her eyes sparkled with hope, believing the world was good. It's been ages since I've seen that sparkle in my own eyes.
She had a fragile heart, but it was a heart of gold. She loved without condition, forgave without hesitation, and cared without expectations. Her heart, though often bruised, remained a wellspring of compassion.
I've lost the very essence of myself – the spark that made me, me.
Growing up, I thought strength meant becoming tougher. But I've become numb instead. I used to criticize her, but now I'd do anything to be that girl again. At least she didn't let harmful moments harden her heart, chose empathy over anger, love over resentment, preserved her gentle heart never inflicting pain on those who hurt her.
I miss her mindset - refusing to stoop to others' level, never throwing mean words back just because she received them. She believed their hurtful actions were a reflection of their character, not hers.
Sitting alone, I regret losing her along the way. She'd be disappointed in the person I've become. I miss the real Zahra. I miss the girl I used to be before I lost myself.
Forever yours,
Zahra.
