Every time her eyes catches the glimpse of innocence swimming through their every glance, silently her heart would pray for it to never escape their eyes. For her retinas, little childrens are a treasure. They are the moving pictures of what she used to be before her mind wasn't haunted by the orthodox views of society.
She remembers when looks didnt matter. She remembers it all very well. The times when differences aren't visible to the eyes, when the heart and mind held nothing but beautiful thoughts,when forced laughters and fake smiles didn't even exist in the vocabulary. As she flips through the pages of her adolescence and all its glory, she tries to recall the moments when 'fun' actually meant fun. The vivid images of her younger self begins knocking the door of her memory, every lines of joy on her face clearly seen, not a hint of sorrow even. She remembers now. How happy she was back then. She is then stuck on one question. One question she needed the answer so badly; who has she become?
Seems like she's getting worse by the years. Those judgmental mortals can only speculate, but not understand. Those mortals can only see the cover, but not the pages. When all they can afford to lay eyes on is the front stage, but nobody has the courage to stretch their views behind the scene of what is actually happening beneath all the plays she managed to act through. When all she wanted to be was happy, yet all that she is left with is suffocating trails of regret. She always knew the way out. It's not because she refused to set herself free, but because she lacks the courage. The courage of doing what is right. She would be much happier if she would just care less. She knew that. And she tried. But she failed.
Watching little childrens having the time of their lives, getting all content over little things never fails to trigger her secret little desire to be just like them. To have not a single care in the world, to be happy with what she have, and most importantly, to be happy with herself. But who is she kidding? She's way to messed up now. There is no way of turning back.
"Dear young hearts, please don't ever change. If only you have the slightest idea how much of a treasure you really are. Please know how wonderful your minds are. They are ones even adults would kill to have. You are going to get older, and somewhere along the road, you'll realise words can hold such power to make even the most beautiful person be in denial of their own beauty. People will tell you how "pretty" is supposed to look like, how you are supposed to dress in order to be accepted, and the other rules. But you know what? Don't friggin listen. Don't let them tell you how "you" are supposed to be. You, your body, and your mind are all yours. They don't have the right to change that. So please don't let them corrode you. Fitting in feels great, I know. But you know what's not though? When you have to deny who you really are and force yourself into becoming another person who you don't even feel right being just because you want to be accepted. No matter what you do, please don't ever change.You are amazing just the way you are and I hate saying this because it sounds like that one Bruno Mars's song but what can I say, that dude speak of the truth. Oh one more thing. Don't ever forget how beautiful you are. Even for one second. Promise?"
Love,
Yours truly.
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