Bianca Sparacino

The things that hurt you
may have left scars,
but they did not destroy you.
You survived,
and there is hope in that.

You are the one
who built your walls.

Don’t ever doubt for a second
that you have the capacity
to tear them down.

I hope you have the courage to go deeper. To never exist on the surface of your life, even if it’s easier or more convenient.

No one will ever fully be able to understand the internal battles you had to endure just to heal, just to grow, just to make it here today. Be proud of the way you fought to save yourself. Be proud of the way you survived.

You are not afraid of being without it, because you know that you will always have yourself.

You inspired me.

For that, you were worth every inch of love I had to give; you were worth the fall, the bruised knees.

What a tragedy it is to tell yourself not to be afraid. It’s like telling yourself not to be sad, not to be happy, not to experience some of your most visceral and native human instincts.

Those who insist that you cannot exist in two places at once have never left their heart in the hands of someone who lives across an ocean.

You are not a lonely interlude,

In the song of someone’s life.

The human heart has only 4 chambers. So tell me – if we fill it with fear, with hatred, with doubt and with reservation, where will we grow our love?