She was a mess. She learnt every lesson the hard way. She loved and she lost. She fought and she fought. Nothing ever gave her strength for more than a few moments. She pulled people towards her and then pushed the same people away from her. She was often confused. She would make a plan, dress up, and in the very next moment she would be sad and in two minds to go or not to go. She was a mess and it wasn't cool.
She was love. She made happiness out of every emotion. She found joy in little things. She loved herself. She was organised and excited and beautiful. Her heart was of gold and silver and glitter and so many different colours. She gave strenght to many. She would crack jokes and make people happy. She had moments of despair but those wouldn't last for more than a few moments. She was happiness and made up of love.
She loved and she lost, yet again. Only this time the love lasted a little longer than usual and she believed it is forever. But she was wrong, yet again. She was a mess again. And you know it is more difficult to be a mess after being happiness. Because people don't believe your head and your heart. They say it's temporary because a women made up of so much substance cannot lose so easily. But who knew the depth of those scars. They kept saying 'It will be okay', 'You will be fine'. Who knew the transition was difficult, time consuming and painful. When those hopes are crushed again and again and again, it becomes harder and harder and harder to be able to walk again. Untill then, she dragged herself through, because contradicting to everything, life had been unfair enough to give her those small chunks of strenght.
She didn't need the advice, what she really needed was a hand to hold, a ear to listen and a heart to understand. She wanted that 'everything will be fine' to change to 'you are beautiful'. Sometimes all you need is someone to remind you that 'You are beautiful'
