I wish that I could tell you that twenty five tastes like the person you’ve always wanted to meet, tucked in next to you in your apartment in the city, re-assuring you night after night that you’ve made it.
I can guarantee you that you will be strong though. Stronger than you ever believed you would be able to be. You will look at yourself in the mirror and see things you wish you could change and you will think of ways to numb the pain.
I will always feel like too much or too little. Some days I will bring you breakfast in bed and rub your back. Other days, I will curl up in a corner and want my own space, away from you.
Half of her wanted to wrap Niru in cotton wool and protect her from the rest of the world. The other half, the half that constantly told her she was never going to be as wanted, as loved, or as smart, whispered justice. And as much as she tried to kill the whispers, they had already dug their way into her heart and spread like cancer.
All I do know is that for all my flaws, I am lovable. And when you do come to me, with respect and sincerity in your eyes, I will give you the parts of me that I’ve managed to reserve. Yours to keep. Just yours.