He made me feel beautiful;

made me feel special, unique, as if i were the only girl in the universe.

But he also made me feel vulnerable;

made me feel weak, small, as insignificant as the tiniest specks of light scattered across the edge of the cosmos.

I thought that I couldn't do any better;

I thought that this was as good as it got;

and worried that nobody else would be willing to look at me like that, the way he would look at me.

But I realized the way he made me feel was not the way i truly was:

I am not an option nor a second choice,

I am not a "wait for me" or "please forgive me" or "give me another chance;"

I am the light shining through the trees,

I am the crashing waves wreaking havoc among the rocks,

I am the tallest mountains meeting with the heavens,

I am the sound of laughter tearing through silence,

I am the lightning and thunder rippling across the sky,

I am the scent of pages dotted with love stories and adventures,

I am every inch of the earth and its oceans,

I am every star and nebula and constellation in the galaxy,

I am a goddess,

I am the goddamn sun,

I am more than you could have ever imagined;

and frankly, too much for you to handle anyways.