Photos of Her

I dreamt of a little girl staring at a camera, dressed in her white dress. Now I see that same girl all grown, staring at me. She has the same long dark brown hair, the same smirking smile, and the same wide eyed gaze. And I adore both versions of her. If I could turn back time I would hug that little girl and tell her she will be loved even in the smallest and most unexpected places. I would tell her that she is precious, kind, and deserving of everything she desires. And the grown up version, offering my hand to hold. As I tell her I love her so immensely that she lives in my heart. And that I’ll search for her in everyone, grateful to have met at least one version of her.