Dear you (PSA to everyone),
I might not know you. I may see you on the street or at the grocery store, even a car that passes by in the city. I might wave to you or smile at your presence, or I may never even notice you, and as you to I. I may know you so well that I know that when you bit your bottom lip you're about to cry out, or that you hate jello because of its texture.
I may know your favorite color, the color of the sky at 5 am right before it erupts into endless shades of the morning sun. I may not know your favorite color, for it could be the blue of the ocean depths that beg to be discovered or the black of your favorite shirt that you wear 3 times a week because you find comfort in it.
I might not know where you want to be in life, fearful and unsure because uncertainty is a terrible tease that will never let its secret slip through its teeth. I may know where you wish to be; content and married, inviting the sun's warmth onto your cheeks every morning before work, knowing that the day is new and so are you.
But I do know this: you are endless. You are the sea of the stars that can never be fully seen through a telescope, never ending like the grains of sand on the beach that pull you into the shore. You are an endless ocean of growth, power, and beauty.
I know that times life can get hard and that life is hardly nice at times. I know that you sometimes sit in your car, room, or bathroom floor in a pool of tears. I know that you cry out and beg for someone to reach out their hand to you, because you're terrified that you'll always be alone in what you feel. You may feel so helpless that giving up is the easiest option; and it is. However, I know that you are stronger than this. You can and will overcome this, whatever it may be. I believe in you.
I know that you don't give yourself enough credit often for being here; for being able to see the same sky that we all see together each and every night. You are strong, you are so much stronger than you think. You have made it this far and you will continue onward because /you/ can and most importantly, you will. You will strive, you will love, you will grow, you will fall apart but you will put yourself back together. Your story is not over and your pages will never not be written upon. You are the author and you will finish your story because it is yours. It's you.
I know that you are more than the small paycheck that you receive twice a month, more than the grade that's thrown down onto your exam, and more than the bottle that you kiss every other night in hopes that you can drown out reality for a few hours. You are more than the urges that whisper for you to cave in lose your cleanse. You are more than the harsh words of a lover, stranger, co-worker, or classmate- more than what society will throw at you, and you are so, so much more than what your demons tell you when you try to fall asleep at night.
I know that you are beautiful, you are one of a kind. You are your own person, there is no one else like you. You are your own galaxy and universe; you evolve and grow with each and every day that your soul dances with the sun. You are incredible, more than a piece of art- for you are a soul made of stardust and your freckles are stars just begging to be connected together to make constellations.
I know that you are more than those empty hours of staring at the ceiling fan in hopes that they'll come back to you. You are more than the hours spent sitting in your car hoping that it'll just magically push itself over the edge, more than the nights trapped in a panic when there's no one there hold your hand. You are more than then those texts that you feel pathetic about never getting, more than being told that you aren't enough. You are enough. You are so much more than enough; you are lovely and beautiful/unique in your /own/ way. (trademark that)
I know that you are loved. I know you may be doubting this, lying to yourself and saying, "How could anyone ever love this? I can't even love the spine that keeps me together." But know, please know, that you are. You are cherished, you are loved endlessly by someone you may know or someone you may not know (or both). Know that no one trips on purpose, and that soulmates always find one another because they have the same hiding place. Know that someone, somewhere, wants the same things that you do. We are all puzzle pieces that have been dislodged from the beautiful picture of love, but that we will all find who we are to be connected with; whether that be a friend, lover, stranger, family member, or even the cashier at your local grocery store- soulmates aren't always the people we marry.
I know that even if we don't talk, never have, or never will, whether we get along or not, know that I think of you. Know that I am proud of you and always will be. Know that I will always support you and love you from afar, whether that be at the stands of a softball game, the bleachers of your graduation, the silent moments in your car or the moon that always whispers goodnight to you before you sleep. Someone, somewhere, is always proud of you and always loving of you. I will be your biggest fan and if we never know one another's name that that is completely okay. Just know that someone sees you for you.
I know that someone will always see you for how you wish to see yourself. Know that someone always wants you to be content in your own skin, to love what you see in the mirror, to see you one day love what you see in the mirror. Someone will always want to see you happy. Know that you are you and no one can change you, only you can change yourself. You are going to take shape to who you are with each and every day that passes. You are a teacher but also a student- to yourself and to others as well. Take note that you have a bigger impact on other's lives than you think. You can be an inspiration; you are an inspiration.
Someone loves you, someone supports you, adores you, respects you, and believes in you. Please, stay strong. Don't ever, ever give up. Don't do this for me, do this for you.
