Tomorrow

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little girl, Love, Rainbow, Storm

 

 

The grass grew an inch thicker, the clouds started to move in the blue, beautiful sky, birds chirping and flying in all of the trees, flying with the rhythm, soaring with freedom and flowers started to bloom and leaves swayed with the music of the wind. It was a beautiful day, indeed. A great day to start new beginning and create beautiful endings.

Then, I saw a little girl walking. She was wearing a white, plain top matched with her black pants. Her eyes were blank, trying not to show any sign of emotion. She stopped walking and stood in front of a black, beautiful coffin. The little girl stared at the coffin, still with her eyes blank and tired, as she to held her hand- because no one will hold her hand and tell her that everything will be fine. She stood still with the force left in her tiny body because she knows that she needs to be strong, because no one will do that for her. The only thing she has is herself and her heart. No one will hug her and assure her that it will be okay, no one will hold and squeeze her hand when she feels anxious and sad and no one will wipe her tears away. I still wonder what she did to deserve all of these. Her heart was filled with so much love that it overflows, she became the sunshine and rainbow of other people, she brought smiles and happy memories to the world, she loved unconditionally and shared wonderful stories but I guess some people are destined to be left alone.

But she was a brave little girl. She has the power to turn storms to beautiful rainbows, words to wonderful stories, and tears to smiles. She was a fighter and a warrior from the beginning. She stopped walking with her hand in her chest. She looked up and closed her eyes, took a deep breath. As she exhaled, she started to walk again. This time, with a smile on her face hoping that tomorrow, the world would be more beautiful, because tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow is a new day to start loving again, to smile, to hear the music of the wind, to continue living, to keep the fire in her heart burning and to keep dreaming.

Maybe, tomorrow, someone will hold her hand and tell her that everything will be just fine. 

Maybe, tomorrow, someone will wipe her tears away. 

Maybe, tomorrow, she will not be alone anymore.

Maybe, tomorrow, she will know herself enough to know that she doesn’t need anybody, she is strong, she is beautiful. 

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Black Dress

 

 

I saw a little girl walking in the field, grass turning green and butterflies flying everywhere.The leaves swayed with the music of the wind, the warm sunlight streamed and touched her red cheeks.

The little girl was wearing a black dress made with silk. She beautifully fixed the pleats of her dress with poise. She used to be a little girl full of big dreams. Her heart was filled with love that it overflows, and used to be the rainbow after the storm. But that day, it was different. The sunlight she brought to the lives of other people turned to a destructive storm, the glow that radiated in her body turned to a light that hurts your eyes and your whole body. She wasn’t the same, little happy girl anymore. The storm and rain destroyed her. She stopped wearing the best accessory she can ever have, her beautiful smile. she forgot about the rainbows, sunshine and beautiful endings. She felt that life took the beautiful things away from her. From that moment, she promised herself to wear black everyday.

Nights passed and sun started to shine again. The little girl walked in the same field, still in her black dress. It was a beautiful day, as always. The clouds moved with the rhythm and the birds chirping was like music to the ears, the flowers started to bloom again. She noticed the sunlight that streamed to her black dress made with silk. when the light reached her dress, it shined. She looked up and saw the clouds, the birds flying with the wind and felt the gush of wind in her delicate skin. She saw the sunlight stream through her eyes and touched her cheeks. She exhaled and continued to walk, wearing the best accessory, her beautiful smile.

The little girl realized that even if she chose to wear black, the universe,the world still made her shine. She shined in her darkest moments, She shined because she was designed to shine and to be beautiful in pain.

Maybe, the little girl won’t wear bright colored dresses again.

Maybe, the little girl won’t remember the rainbows.

Maybe, the little girl accepted that some things changed, but this doesn’t mean she is less beautiful.

Maybe, the little girl chooses to start a new story with her heart braver than ever.

 

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A letter to my future love

I promise to hold your hand when you feel anxious, scared or sad. I will be the sunshine that will give you light and hope to your sad days. You will be my rainbow, my moonlight, my star. I promise to provide and give you a beautiful home, to create a home with a strong foundation and fill it with love and hope. I promise to give you tight hugs, to take care and love you all the days of my life. My love, you don’t know how much I prayed and wished for this day to come, finally starting at your eyes that shines like a star during night time, that finally I have someone’s hand to hold, finally have shoulders to cry on and someone to call my “one true love” because love, you are God’s gift to me. I can imagine closing my eyes, lifting my hand and worshiping Jesus with the man I love, to have a man who loves God more than he loves me- that was just a dream before, but now that dream turned to reality.

Thank you for giving me the kind of love I deserve, the kind of love God always wanted me to feel and have.

To be honest, loving me will be a long and hard journey, you will experience sad and happy days, but one thing is for sure, I love you and I will always love you.

I am excited to hear your beautiful stories, to know your kind of art, to learn your music, to travel and explore things with you.  But for now, I’m just nineteen and I think I’m not yet ready to meet or have you in my life. I’m still a work in progress, discovering my gifts, exploring things on my own, doing my craft- being the best person for you and for Jesus.

I want you to know that I am always praying to Jesus that he will guide you and help you with your decisions, that he would heal your wounds, that he would wipe your tears. I hope you are living your life to the fullest. Please always remember that I am praying for you.

I can’t wait to be a big part of your life.

Lots of Love,
Lala