Dear you,

You matter.

All that is, or all that isn’t, isn’t so weary if only you know that you matter. You are a home. You are safety to someone and you have saved somebody’s life. You are creative, with a garden of a mind. Choose carefully what you may plant in that garden.

You are loved.

Without you, someone will be all alone and totally empty. You have changed their life for the best. Never again will you be this loved; never again will you see the same.

You are wonderful.

Every mistake is so beautifully mistaken. Every idea comes woven to you directly from heaven and you survive every nightmare sent to you straight from hell. Your mind is a riddle of daydreams and pain, and you are wonderful.

You will be okay.

There will be new chances. Things will not always be this way; if only you can hold on. This hill is a long one, but you will triumph. If you are sad now, you will not always be. You will be okay. There is nothing wrong with you and you will get better. You are getting better.

You are so beautiful.

Your eyes and the way they shine with an inexplicable depth. Your hands, strong and steady and safe. The ebb and flow of your voice, throaty tones late at night. Your curves, and your so-called imperfections. You are so beautiful and one day others will see it. You will see it.

You are strong.

Broken, but strong, and you will pull through this. You will not have to run any more, You will get there, and you will find everything you want, need, and deserve. You are strong and you are capable.

You are you.

You may never be the person you wish you were, and that is okay. You are going to make mistakes, but you will not be defined by them. You are not bad; you are an imperfect perfection. You are just another human, just trying to make it, and it’s so beautiful. You are so beautiful. You are everything.

And you will do just fine.