I started to call back that girl that I used to be. The girl who loved living. The girl who danced to anything, given the chance. The girl who had sunsets in her eyes and ocean waves roaring through her soul. I started playing music again, in hopes that she would come out. I started appreciating the beautiful moments again, so she would feel safe enough to show herself. I knew she was in there. The girl who had kindness as her first language and was exhausted from putting everyone before herself. She had just taken a break. A vacation to hide her fragile self away after you had stripped her of everything good, replacing it with a reflection in the mirror that she didn't even recognise. She's still in there. She just needs my kindness and effort to resurface again.
