Before I fell in love, I knew who I was. I knew that I was headstrong and loved. I was far from wishful and I was determined in everything that I did. I was able to define myself and know who I was. I knew that love was powerful and it meant a lot to me. I knew that one day, someone would fall in love with me and I with them. I knew we would have a fairytale where we were both perfect and had everything we needed to make eachother happy. We had eachother. That would be enough.

After I fell in love, I lost myself, but to me it did not matter. I was now weak and wishful. I was dependent on someone who did not appreciate me for who I was. Therefore, I altered all of the pieces of me he did not like. I did this for love, because I fell in love with him and I did not want to lose him. One part of me regrets my decision. I think back to the girl who believed that soulmates were real, and she would meet one at the perfect time and fall in love with them until she parted from this earthly city. The other part of me is satisfied with my decision. I have grown to feel that I will never be loved by anyone, not even myself, so if I could change to believe I was loved and worthy by that one man that it would feel like enough. I hope it is enough.

I remember the day my sweet girl was born. It was the start of spring and the air was warm and filling me with hope. I knew she would be born today. I traveled north for her delivery in a better hospital than the one in our area had. From the moment I saw her, I knew she was everything a mother could dream for. Her eyes twinkled and her skin was blushed.

When my sweet girl grew up, she only took all of my best qualities and was the sweetest soul I knew. I wanted to be her, she was enhancing and perfect to anyone who saw her. Her eyes still twinkled, maybe brighter from her charisma and intelligence, and her skin blushed to show her happiness and life.

As my sweet girl became a woman, she began to fade. The twinkle in her eyes dimmed and her blush faded to pale and whit. I knew she saw the reality of being a woman. I knew she entered he cruel world that I did when I was maturing. I wanted to hold her and tell her I knew this story and that everything would be okay. I wanted to help ease her pain and listen to every poor encounter she has ever faced. I wanted to make it all better for my sweet girl.