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YOU STILL ARE A FLOWER.

My darling hija,

My baby,do you know how those flowers in your vase achieve such beauty?Yes!Through fusion and unfolding of the bud and sprouting of the petals into a beautiful bloom.
Do you know what happens when a flower hides from the sun rays?Ah!Yes,it withers and die.
And so does humans,baby,when they refuse to embrace life!

Oh look at you my Butterfly!What have you become?You are merely a shelf baby!an empty shelf.A skeleton disintegrating in front of your own eyes!

I know just how bad that pain sucks,mommy been hurt too,you know.
I know you are afraid of another lie and ache and yes,it is okey to be scared my love,and i know right now you thinking your system can never and will never handle another deception.
What you do not know though,is that you are bolder and stronger than you think!
Baby you are too too much strong!You are coated with strength and baptized with resilience!Yes baby,you can do it!You can play ball with anything and everything that love and life throws your way.

I know the numbness is refreshing,an insurance that you will never bleed again so long as you shut everyone out but ah habibaydhi,this grief,this grief is weighing you down,its crushing you!And i refuse to let you dwell on this dew for another night!

So what if he hurt you too?You will acquire another layer of strength and resilience and wisdom.What if he sweep you off,end up being the best mistake you ever made?
Life gives us no guarantee on tomorrow's incidents my love.There are no sureties!All you can do is enjoy each day to the fullest!Give yourself entirely to every moment that you are alive!

Swirie,what you going through,as hard as this may sound,what you putting yourself into,this,this is total refusal to live!
You are trapped in your own skin and you are loving it!
You are suffocating,you are withering!
Oh my beautiful flower,You dying!

You may take endless journeys and countless fishing trips and adventures in pursuit of peace,still,you will not be free.
You will never find yourself,nor find real happiness and joy for as long as you remain a closed loop.

My beautiful Monkie,you cannot hold your breath forever.At some point you will have to exhale.You cannot clutch an to the injustice of the past for the rest of your days.Whatsoever wrong done or right never done,let it go baby,let it go.
Cut it loose and start anew.
Open your heart my little bird,please,open your heart and let it beat!
Allow yourself to feel again.

He is worth something,at least.Give it a chance!Give yourself a chance,see what blossoms!
If anything,Mummy will always be here with a cup of hot chocolate and those ginger cookies that you love so much and we will get through it together!

You still are a flower Miha!So please!Unfold,Go out,and be one!

With undying tenderness,love and care,
Mommy!


(Plucked from the epistles i write to my unborn princess Mia.)
Written by peninnah (The Blue Rose)
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