Don’t you dare, for one more second, surround yourself with people who are not aware of the greatness that you are.
-The Secret Life of Walter Mitty playing
-a cool breeze coming through the window
There’s nothing so dangerous as a headstrong girl who knows her own mind.
Being remembered by someone is a really beautiful, lovely compliment.
Out of all the people they encounter in their lives they think of you and then to act on that and let you know? If that doesn’t make your heart swell, it should.
She wants to say “I love you” but keeps it at “goodnight”, because love would mean falling and she’s afraid of heights.
I am the quiet and thoughtful one. The girl who won’t announce herself, who won’t stand up and holler for attention, who won’t pull at your sleeve to get you to notice her. I’m more inclined to listen than I am to talk, and I’m comfortable with letting hours pass in content silence.
I am the woman who will bear the brunt of woefulness. I will feel sadness more poignantly than others, but I will walk with you through that until the very end. I understand that sometimes life is just too much: that the inability to feel happy is not a deficit, does not make you less inviting to be around, and does not make you ungrateful, harsh, or desolate. I will accept all of your petty mistreatment, compulsive lies, and brash cruelty, not necessarily because I believe I deserve those things, but because if anyone has to receive those, it might as well be someone who can move on from them quickly; someone who can forgive and forget, even if others might think it’s naive to do so.
I will gladly keep you tethered to my life long after you’ve considered me in the rearview of yours. I don’t invite our paths to merely cross, I’d rather they parallel one another for quite a long while. I will always choose those with whom I have a history, because a past is such a precious thing to possess. Despite this, I am the one you will forget most easily. The one you will readily discredit. The girl you will pass over.
I’m here to say: that’s okay. I, and others like me, will forgive this readily and easily.
I exist. I’m still here. I am enough.