Maybe the one I need to forgive, give another chance, or hold tightly… isn’t someone else at all.
Maybe it’s the girl I’ve kept waiting in the shadows of my own heart.

For a long time, I thought my anger was directed at others. But deep inside, it was turned on myself—
for the mistakes I made, the love I held back, the chances I didn’t take… even the times I let others cross boundaries simply because I loved them too much.
That quiet remorse hid so well, it wore another face, and I mistook it for resentment toward the world.

But when I pause and truly listen, I find her there—
that younger self, scared and uncertain, still hoping someone will tell her she was enough.
I know I need to go slowly with her. I’m making friends with her, gently.
And in trying to understand her, I realize I am beginning to understand myself.

It’s a long journey, but every step matters.

So I walk into those shadows.
I take her hand, pull her close, and whisper—
“It’s okay. You did your best. You chose what you had to in that moment. And that was enough.”

Because forgiveness isn’t always about others.
Sometimes it’s about finding that girl in the shadows…
and finally bringing her home.

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