There was a moment last night that everything seemed to break. Not necessarily break, but shift. The shift was so much so that she seemed to lose her footing, and from that moment on she has been stumbling. Not enough to fall, but enough to make her look around and try to figure out what the hell is going on.
Everything was fine. She was feeling fine, and she was actually happy with the way that everything was going. Now she's coming back to herself and she cannot see how she is this person. This person looking back at her in the mirror is not what she had planned. There were once dreams of greatness. It was success beyond anyone's wildest dreams. Now, those plans have turned to hopes and dreams. And she's so tired of feeling this way. The reflection in the mirror is not what it should be. But it's hard to figure out if the image that she's looking for is the one that she wants to see, or the one that others have told her to look for.
On Saturday night, all she was looking for was a hug. After he left, the rush of emotions was too much... and that's when she began to feel her world shift. It was just enough to make her think twice and force herself to realize that she isn't as fine as she's been telling herself. And, just maybe, all these reasons that she has been giving everyone else... well they just might be the truth. There just might be something there that she needs to work out, and there just might be something wrong that she hadn't realized before. So how was it that she subconsciously knew that this shift in her life was needed?
I'll tell you one thing about her though, she has the best support system that anyone has ever know. So much so that she might not even know she needs help, and they are there. So much so that she can walk into the house, and her best friend will hug her because she knows that that's the only thing in the world she could want at that moment. And it's little things like that, the small gestures, that mean the world to her.
Best friend, boo dawg, you have no idea how much your hug meant to me. There are pictures on my camera of it. And when I saw them this morning, I couldn't help but cry. Thank you for loving me no matter what I do, or what decision I make. Thank you for being able to tell me not to listen to people, and for making time for my awkward phone calls where I don't make any sense at all. Thank you for hugging me enough for two, so much so that I could feel love all the way from Virginia. Thank you for believing that I am not broken, and that there is a greater purpose for this situation. I wish that there were more people in the world like you. It would be a much happier place to live in.
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