at eighteen you walked away from your house and darling, you were so brave. you were always so brave.
i can imagine just how hard it must have been for you to walk away. from your angry father and your depressed mother. you never wanted to leave her behind but you needed to go. you heard your own heart in your ears. and your shaky legs, you first needed to save yourself.
embrace yourself. when he first touched your face you thought you might explode into small pieces of fireworks. no one has ever made you feel like he did and right at that moment, for the first time in your eighteen years, you felt contented.
and when he walked you home and pulled you into a tight hug, you could hear your father's violence from the back of your mind.
now, it is new years eve and you are standing in the middle of the night beach, your feet against the soft sand. you hear the waves rushing back and forth, trying to touch your toes, and when they finally do, you are pulled under.
you are thinking about him. the boy who made you feel like a firework. the same boy who left without a word. it's been a long time since he's been on your mind.
and out of the blue you remember that rainy day when you closed the front door behind you and walked towards the station with the small suitcase tightly clutched in your hand
for a moment you've have forgotten the brave girl with eyes determined as a dark storm.
breathing in the smell of the sea, you stare into a dark endless horizon. you cannot see a thing. it's a never ending abyss and for a minute you wonder if you are still brave.
you are brave, my love. you are brave. you have always been so brave.