I hope you’re still dreaming — wildly, freely, without fear. I hope you remember the softness in you, the fire too, and how you built this little world out of colors and courage.
I know things weren’t always easy. There were nights you questioned it all — the journey, the purpose, the dream. But look at you. You held on. And that matters more than anything.
The girl writing this believed in you. Please don’t forget her.