You are a warrior. A survivor. You have picked up the broken pieces of your heart and put them back together. You have been burned, but you got back up like a mosaic phoenix, rising from the ashes. You have conquered the unimaginable.
I know there are days where you feel lost and broken, but you, my darling, have have already climbed mountains that most have not even seen. You have stood tall amongst looming danger, and you have walked through the valley of death. You have seen evils that most don’t even dare to believe exist. And, you survived.
But, my darling, not only have you survived, you have dug your roots in and BLOOMED in the desert. You have THRIVED against all odds. You have stood your ground, becoming stronger and braver. Integrity, honor, courage, and kindness decorates your head like a crown of divine blooms. And, while you may have been bent and broken in the tumultuous storms that loom around you, you have remained true to yourself. Lies and hurtful words have been slung at you, like mud, slapping your face, but they will not stick.
You, my dear, are a sight to behold and a great honor to know.
Love,
Me.
