Unequivocal

I found the memories of a younger girl through the moments that I had once collected. She was sweet and forgiving without limitations, with a heart so heavy that it almost guaranteed neglect. I followed her through a complicated trek. One that looked so safe from any other angle then wherever it was that she stood. I watched her take a thousand steps in the wrong direction, and there was nothing quite like the way that it felt. Observing her journey down a path of self defeat. One that almost guaranteed her to suffer and inevitably struggle to survive. That’s the thing though. She did struggle, but she also did survive. Throughout those moments of complete and total loss of control, she began to get glimpses of who she truly was. No longer that same child, but still at an age too young to be so firmly forced to grow up. Her experiences began to make their impression upon her design. Leaving scars from the bad and giving light to the good. She’d been pushed into a place in which parts of her would get lost and never again be found. But that didn’t stop her. No, it only slowed her down. Causing her to take time to grieve the things that were gone, and to pray that what was left would be enough. Enough to prevail. Enough to succeed. Enough to make it anywhere else then where’d she’d been for so long. I was amazed by her. I was amazed by her strength. By her ability adapt. It seemed so natural for her to overcome the things that threatened her livelihood. She never stopped trying. She never stopped fighting. And though I don’t think that she realized what she was worth, she was worth more than the world to me.

She was worth it all.

Everything.

And I’m so grateful that she is me.