I hope you know that your space in this world matters.
He was supposed to be your forever.
I’ve been there…and you may be there too. You are not alone.
When I tell you that your presence in this world is proof that magic exists, please believe me.
In the moments where you are hardest to love, love anyway. In the moments where you are unable to breathe? Breathe anyway.
He should hold you in his hands like a lost treasure, newly found.
You are not what you are called. You are what you answer to.
You’d be 11 now, about to turn 12.
In the rush of the morning, when we hit snooze 10 times, rush to take our showers, change our outfits 20 times, are stuck in traffic…we don’t take the time to realize the little things.
Listen. Mistakes happen. But you are not one of them.