Not a day goes by where I don’t think about you. Miss you.
I think about all the conversations and all the encouragements, and I never forget how you believed in me.
You always told me to forget the world and prove them wrong.
You told me that what I had to offer was amazing, and it was worthy.
You encouraged my voice and told me how to break out and use it.
You seemed safe enough. And to my surprise you still are.
Even the memory of you holds it’s own encouragement, that people like you exist.
You hold me to my dreams. You call out the gold and God never even told you to.
Somehow, along the way, you believing in me caused me to believe in myself.
I feel my value, and my confidence in that value growing.
Something I don’t remember is ever feeling like I disappointed you.
You never called me condemned, but you convicted in a loving way.
After all of this, I sit here and still write to you. Letters, poems, songs.
I write and I do so because you inspire me. I do so because you told me how much I could do. You always told me there was more, and to reach for the stars.
So you are not here, and even though I’m sad, I’m living.
I’m living life, dreaming of my future and dreaming up things I never would have dreamed up.
And I do so, because you believed in me.