To the woman in search of a reminder of who she's always been. A reminder of who she was before the heartache, before the madness. I wrote this for the woman who seen a large share of heartbreak, to the woman who finds herself tired of being strong, tired of standing in the middle of the storm. I wrote this for the woman who continues to demand more even in the eyes of those who rather do less. I wrote this for her because she's...YOU...deserve it. You have been through so much and yet you continue to hold your head high and though you've been constantly disappointed, you find new and rare ways to hold on to this sort of hope that feels more like magic. You are powerful even in moments where weakness chases you. You are mighty even though your struggles stand like giants in the doorway of your happiness. I wrote this for you because you are a remarkable woman.
A man who values you will never hide you.
You're not a problem waiting to be solved. You're not a project with a completion date. You're human. You're complex and messy. I just hope that you can embrace the fluctuations of life, that you hold on to your heart as it hurts. That you don't let your pain define you. I pray that you allow your beautiful story unfold and don't try to read too many chapters more than once, hoping for a different outcome. Your life will be filled with so many things, people and moments. Just don't get stuck thinking you need to be fixed, altered or adjusted. You are perfect as you are, and so is your story. Let it unfold as you do.