You reading this.
Any of you. All of you.
I want you to know something. I need you to know something.
It’s almost impossible to comprehend but;
Me? I existed before I met you.
I have grown and laughed and cried. I have had skinned knees and broken hearts. I have ironed shirts and washed dishes. Loved and lost. Put out the trash. Grew inches and sizes. Worn pigtails and party dresses, even nothing at all. Suffered through awkward years and awkward silences. Learnt how to whistle, ride a bike and hold my breath underwater. Counted minutes and seconds and grew. Grew. Grew. Lived years of my life.
Me? I have always been someone
Please don’t forget that when you go.
For I will still be someone, even then.