A daughter. A sister. A niece. A cousin.
A friend. A partner-in-crime. A lover.
A young girl and a grown woman.
I am confident and scared, terrified and excited.
I am loving and caring and thoughtful and hopeful. I am sick and tired and angry and hurt.
I am shy and friendly.
Careful and careless. Broken and whole.
I am misunderstood, misguided, and mislead.
I am hardworking and determined but scared to death that it isn't enough.
I wish on stars and dandelions. I chase my dreams and falling leaves [they are magic before they touch the ground].
I pray to a god I don't know is listening and whisper my thanks to the universe.
I smile on the outside while I am dying on the inside.
I listen to others who won't listen to me.
I walk on eggshells and I walk on fire.
I believe in passion but I wasn't so sure I believed in true love.
But I love you and I push you away.
I want you...but not so close.
I am scared. Of you. Of how you make me feel. Open and vulnerable.
I built up all these defences, this armor to keep me from being hurt and somehow, you found a way in. I don't even know how it happened. The way you make me feel, it is holding me hostage and making it hard for me to breath. Like every word you say to me has the potential to become a shard of glass that that works its way into my heart.
Please prove me wrong.
Please be worth this risk.
Because if you hurt me [again], I don't know how I am suppose trust in love anymore.