I Hope, I Wish

Dear Monica,

As she lies besides her peacefully slumbering mother her turmoil caves her from within. She remember the girl that seemed to shine so much that the world seemed anew when they both had met, but upon closer inspection she realized that the girl didn't shine from within but because of all the cracks that she wore so proudly. The girl was broken she realized but that didn't stop her from being herself, she was the brightest diamond in the sky. Maybe she saw herself in that broken girl, her broken visage reminded her of herself so she reached out and the girl was not.... expecting it perhaps. From that moment onward's she seemed to take up all of her time but she wouldn't want it any other way. Now the girl with the shimmering self is no more is sight, she remembers her. Now and then she sneaks upon her memories and reminds her of her absent presence. She remembers the girl but is too scared to reach out for her as if she would shatter at the slightest touch. It seemed like that one day they wouldn't remember each other but it was wrong, she would remember her; she would remember the girl with the diamond skin and remember how she shinned so beautifully even with her cracks and wore them so, so proudly. One day in the distant future she might just call over her kids and tell them about how beautiful she looked, the girl with the Diamond skin; when she let herself enjoy the moment, enjoy the world and embrace her youth.

Lying here beside her own mother who sleeps peacefully she reminds herself of the girl with the diamond skin.

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Dear Monica,

This is something that crossed my mind a few days ago and I am sorry for not reaching out to you, but you are a important part of my life and I want you to know you are important to me. I know that you wont come across this but I still wanted to write this.

Yours......