To the girl who sees everyone else:
I see you.
I see you show up for others, in their moments of crisis.
I see you, with your pom-poms out and your game face on, when someone needs a cheerleader.
I see your exhausted yawns, as you pick up the phone and holster one more heartache.
I see you setting aside your own fears to pick up the fears of another; to help them tackle one more day.
I see you being strong, when those around you waver.
I see you blazing trails, with a blank road map of your own.
I see you being brave, while you crumble inside.
I see you.
And I want you to remember: the girl who’s busy seeing everyone else sometimes needs to be seen, too.
And that’s okay.
I’ve been watching.
I’ve got a hug on hold.
And I’ll see you.
While you see everyone else.