Rather strange, it is. To be called an average girl just because I enjoy the things other girls do, because I can.
The irony is I remember being unable to do just this; remember being too afraid and self-restrained. You would not have called me the average girl then, I was a far cry from her. Inside I felt so pale and raging hot in turns; I felt insignificant and raged against it.
Only now I've grown into feeling special and loved; and you dare call me ordinary? I laugh at that, laugh because you don't know a thing about me.
Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice.
But for those who love, time is eternity.
- Henry Van Dyke -
I spent years waiting, and waited in fear. I stood by the sink grieving, after rejoicing had fled. Now it is time to love, and I'm learning we don't lose when we love.
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