The person I wish I could be is loved. She is capable of accepting love and she is capable of loving in return, even when she believes that she does not deserve a single glance in her direction. The person I want to be is able to hear the words I love you without turning cold and shutting that poor boy out.
For the person I am believes that to love is to destroy, if there is even such a thing as love. Because when the person I was thought she found love, it only betrayed her. He left bruises on her skin, dark half moons under her eyes, and her sanity cowering in a caliginous corner. He always made everything her fault, her mistake, her problem. And at the end of it all, she ended up on a street corner at three in the morning crying, wondering how in hell broken bones and blood-shot eyes could ever be thought of as love. But, the person I am now is smarter and a fighter.
The person I wish to be is not only a fighter, but she's a warrior. A warrior who finds strength in her weaknesses. A woman who knows that all of those sleepless nights spent at the bottom of a bottle were not a waste because it taught her that it is cruel out in the world but she is still here, living. The person I will be is strong enough to endure.