Writing became one of the most precious gifts to me at 8 years-old. To this day, it is my chosen mode of communicating.
For the girl that longs for something more, that knows this isn’t the end of the story.
For the girl that dreams of the ocean, but wakes up on the plains.
For the girl that wants to make waves in the world, but fear of the ocean keeps her from splashing.
For the girl who wants, who dreams, who longs, who desires…I write for you.
For the little girl that I was, that’s for whom I write.
For the girl at the pier.
For the girl in the pew.
For girls everywhere…I write for you.
I want to tell your stories. I want to know your stories.
For the girl that sat around a table a few nights ago and felt the light shine in her cracked soul.
For the girl that smiled a true smile, that wasn't trying to hide any pain.
For the girl that was present, that wanted to savor every moment.
For the girl that woke up on February 14, 2016 and finally could breathe.
For the girl that didn't know sadness as she pulled herself out of bed.
For the girl that read another's words that jumped off the page and into her very own soul, because she knew the thoughts and the feelings well.
For the girl that woke up and went along her way, knowing who she was.
For the girl that decided today she was going to start living as herself, and not a shell of herself.
For the girl that lives inside the pages of my journals…
For the girl that lives inside of me…
For the girl that's finally deciding today is the day, now is the time...
I'm writing for you.
Written February 14, 2016