Words In My Head

A Brief Relief

Relief. However brief, this feeling was at least a temporary relief. The girl was grateful for that.
It was wonderful when for a fleeting moment she regained some level of optimistic rational thought, some level of conscious control over her brain, her mind.
It was at times like this that the girl could appreciate her circumstances and mental turmoil, rather than be repulsed by herself as she always was, always is.
The girl knew deep down that she could never have some things, because they just weren't created to be possessed. Like the stars, and the fireflies, and the mountains, and the seas, and the snowflakes, and the dusk, and the winter. And the dawn.
And just like she could never have some things, the girl knew she could never have some people.
People don't belong to one person, but many, and in many different ways. This person was to be forever hers as a friend, that she truly believed. But they could never be hers. Not like that. Someone (some lucky someone) somewhere had that destiny to look forward to. And she hoped that person would find her friend soon.
For the girl, the rationality would soon vanish, the optimism would crumble. All relief seemingly lost for eternity. These same things would slowly tear her apart once more, re-commencing the battles they fought in her no-man's-land mind.
But the girl knew she would be alright. Everyone comes into a person's life for a reason, and her friend had taught her so much already... And someone (some poor someone) somewhere had something to look forward to. When they found their girl, and the girl found them, her someone.