She's strong. Though the evidence isn't in her biceps. It comes from her soul and radiates through the pain. It's in her smile sometimes if you catch it at the right angle, or a flicker her eyes as she looks past you. I watch her in awe, she has a silent strength that perseveres even as her heart shatters.
She's resilient. In the face of adversity she refuses to follow the tide home. When the ground falls from below her feet, when her body aches from loss, when he smiles as she suffers, she remains steadfast.
She's Learned. Experience takes away from innocence. The scars of past trangressions no longer visible but etched deep inside. She's gaining a self-awareness that only comes with heartbreak. While doubt lingers long after he's gone and yes comes a little slower to her lips, she knows she's better for it. And as the days turn to months she continues to survive.
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I'm not a writer. I just have a big imagination.
2 comments:
i feel like this might be about kristina?? you write beautifully, minh. it always surprises me because you seem so fun and carefree - sort of head in the clouds in your videos and then you write this stuff and it shocks me. i just don't expect you to be so serious. :) anywhoozzle! you're brilliant!
wow...that really is beautiful :)
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