The girl I used to be

If the me that I was five years ago could see me now, she would be amazed.

She would realize that all the feelings she felt inside weren't just a phase.

She would look at me and smile, so proud of the woman that we've become,

and she would feel confident that she would someday find the one.

Or rather, the ones. Because there's more than one person that's helped us along this road.

Who showed us the way when we didn't know which way to go.

She would be happy that she found those people, and proud of herself for not pushing them away.

Because at the time, that seemed like the only way to protect herself, not knowing that they'd still be around, there for her everyday.

If little thirteen year old me would have known all the joy that would come even from the darkest times of her life,

she'd wake up everyday and smile,

ans she'd laugh a little harder, hold on to friends a little tighter, and she would love herself a little more.

She'd be able to sleep at night knowing that the people she loves aren't all like the sister who left her, that they aren't going to just walk out the door.

She would be happy that we're finally opening up to someone we love, that I'm letting him in.

And she would laugh about the fact that we always joke about who wins.

She would look at our life and think about the bad in all of the things she sees,

But then she'd look at me, and she'd be proud that I'm no longer the girl I used to be.