I Hope You Fall In Love With Being Alive

Dear you,

I hope you’re happy right now.

I hope you’re standing barefoot on the grass, wind-blown hair, cool breeze hitting your neck, and I hope you feel grateful.

I hope you’re clinging to the sound of the bristling leaves as they pass in front of you.

I hope you’re happy, really.

Because I know that it took you strength to get here, and I know it wasn’t easy. I know you fought your battles alone, and I know you had to be your own superhero, but just know that now, you’re mine too.

I know that before you could see the leaves, you felt like one yourself. Easy torn away from safety and crumpled under the weight of someone careless enough to ignore your beauty.

But you’re here. You’re alive.

And I hope you’re happy.

I know that as you’re standing out here amongst the beauty that surrounds you, you feel lost. That’s the hard thing about feeling like you belong everywhere and nowhere at all.

But you are supposed to be here. This is an important part of your story.

This is your victory. You just don’t know it yet, but one day, you will. One day, you will understand that it’s the little things that bring us the most joy. You’ll understand that happiness isn’t nearly as far away as it feels. One day, you’ll understand that you deserve the time of day. You’re just not there yet, and that’s okay too.

I hope you fall in love with the sound of the trees.

I hope you fall in love with the cold grass on your bare feet.

I hope you fall in love with the quiet.

I hope you fall in love with being alive.

Because this is your happy ending. This is the one you’ve always read about. This is the one you’ve always deserved.

So I hope you’re happy because darling, it’s time.