Dear me,
I know you're tired.
Not just sleepy.
The kind of tired that lives in your bones.
The kind that makes you second guess the way you breath sometimes.
I see how hard you try and make it all look easy.
It's not.
But still, you get up.
You show up.
Even when your heart feels three steps behind your smile.
That counts for something,
actually, that counts for a lot.
I know you miss people who don't miss you the same.
I know you give and give and wonder if it's enough.
Sometimes you overthink texts for so long,
you delete them entirely.
Sometimes you feel like the extra puzzle piece
that doesn't quite ft the group anymore.
But here's what you forget,
You are not a mistake.
Not too much.
Not too quiet.
Not too late.
You are exactly who you need to be, even if today doesn't see it yet.
Take your time.
Breath when you feel like breaking.
Cry when the weight gets heavy,
it doesn't make you weak, it makes you real.
And even if no one claps,
I hope you know I'm proud of you.
With love,
Alia ❤️🩹
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