I wish someone had been there to cradle you from the cruel, harsh realities of this world. I wish the look of innocence that comes with blissful ignorance would've never left your eyes. I wish you would never have to go through a terrible, back-breaking, soul-shattering experience. My only hope for you is that you would've been sheltered from the storm. But it takes for the rain to pour, the lightening to light up the skies, and the thunder to roar in protest, for you to become a woman. Adversity is the best kind of professor, and without it, you wouldn't grow to be the amazing woman I am today. See, you've got the makings of an extraordinary kind of woman. If only you could learn to love yourself. Mom's not around, and its painful, I know. But eventually you've got to drop that dead weight from your mind. It's holding you back from so many different opportunities to love and be loved and return. You are worth it. You're worth love and companionship, and you are a wonderful daughter. Despite the loss of what you desired most in life, you will go on. Because life goes on. You live, you learn, and then you move on Baby girl. Because life is way too short to spend your time worried with the inconsequential. Love yourself. Be you. And never ever give up your passion for writing. It just may become your crutch in life :) Tata til later, i love you.
From the Girl Who Loves you Most
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