An Open Letter to the Girl...
To the girl who never feels like she fit in even when she is around people who are just like her,
To the girl who cries because she has imperfect penmanship and her teacher deducts point for it,
To the girl who can't spell to save her life, but tries as hard as she can to learn,
To the girl who used to be friends with the girls who bully her and doesn't understand why they don't like her anymore,
To the girl who pines after a boy she barely knows because of a casual conversation at a party years ago,
To the girl who breaks boys hearts because she doesn't realize that they have feelings too,
To the girl who floats quietly in a lukewarm water watching a game she so desperately wants to play in a sport she once thought she could love,
To the girl who lays in bed exchanging middle-of-the-night messages with a boy she never had a romance with, but always thought she would, eventually,
To the girl who passed up the college of her dreams because she wanted to come out debt free,
To the girl who had her first kiss too soon because she saw the opportunity and didn't think it would matter,
To the girl who sits silently in the bathroom as her roommates study and giggle over pancakes not ten feet away and awaits an answer,
To the girl who waits impatiently for the wet stick to reveal the status of her parenthood and feels entirely unprepared,
To the girl who wears the white dress and wonders if they know its all a fraud,
To the girl who cries in bed because she thinks it was all a mistake,
To the girl who finally wins an award and knows that all that hard work doesn't go unrewarded,
To the girl who digs through dumpsters to find books and feels infinite,
To the girl who listens to stories on a car ride to Taco Bell and knows that this is friendship,
To the girl who stares into the eyes of the one who loves her and says "I do",
To the girl who stares into the eyes of her child for the very first time and thinks that it can't get better than this,
It does. The best is yet to come. In the darkest moment, when it feels like everything is going wrong and the walls are crashing in, when the soul wrenching pain is more than you can bear and you just know it is all going to be worse in the morning, the best is yet to come. In the moment of pure joy, when the elation of being with people you love and love you is only trumped by the knowledge that this moment could last forever, the best is yet to come.
In the thick of it, it is so hard to see past the emotionality of the highs and the lows, but even in those moments there on the horizon is that glimmer of light, that still soft voice whispering, "the best is yet to come". In the darkness, that light could blind because it feels like there is no end to the hurt and that hope for a future that is better seems impossible. In the light, the joys are a subtle reminder, a little taste of the pure
To the girl who cries because she has imperfect penmanship and her teacher deducts point for it,
To the girl who can't spell to save her life, but tries as hard as she can to learn,
To the girl who used to be friends with the girls who bully her and doesn't understand why they don't like her anymore,
To the girl who pines after a boy she barely knows because of a casual conversation at a party years ago,
To the girl who breaks boys hearts because she doesn't realize that they have feelings too,
To the girl who floats quietly in a lukewarm water watching a game she so desperately wants to play in a sport she once thought she could love,
To the girl who lays in bed exchanging middle-of-the-night messages with a boy she never had a romance with, but always thought she would, eventually,
To the girl who passed up the college of her dreams because she wanted to come out debt free,
To the girl who had her first kiss too soon because she saw the opportunity and didn't think it would matter,
To the girl who sits silently in the bathroom as her roommates study and giggle over pancakes not ten feet away and awaits an answer,
To the girl who waits impatiently for the wet stick to reveal the status of her parenthood and feels entirely unprepared,
To the girl who wears the white dress and wonders if they know its all a fraud,
To the girl who cries in bed because she thinks it was all a mistake,
To the girl who finally wins an award and knows that all that hard work doesn't go unrewarded,
To the girl who digs through dumpsters to find books and feels infinite,
To the girl who listens to stories on a car ride to Taco Bell and knows that this is friendship,
To the girl who stares into the eyes of the one who loves her and says "I do",
To the girl who stares into the eyes of her child for the very first time and thinks that it can't get better than this,
It does. The best is yet to come. In the darkest moment, when it feels like everything is going wrong and the walls are crashing in, when the soul wrenching pain is more than you can bear and you just know it is all going to be worse in the morning, the best is yet to come. In the moment of pure joy, when the elation of being with people you love and love you is only trumped by the knowledge that this moment could last forever, the best is yet to come.
In the thick of it, it is so hard to see past the emotionality of the highs and the lows, but even in those moments there on the horizon is that glimmer of light, that still soft voice whispering, "the best is yet to come". In the darkness, that light could blind because it feels like there is no end to the hurt and that hope for a future that is better seems impossible. In the light, the joys are a subtle reminder, a little taste of the pure
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