Bianca Sparacino

Years ago I made the decision to believe in you. To truly, and wildly, believe that you were waking up at 9am on a Sunday morning wondering if I existed, too.

Happiness will leave to help you grow, to help you feel things it only ever would have masked within you.

You deserve to find someone who will only ever want to add to your fire, someone who will use their own matchstick heart to encourage your passion, to magnify your flame.

I watched as my parents tried to love like addicts, as they tried to take what they needed from each other to fill their empty spaces.

You were finally ready.

I will smile, thinking about the fact that with every new experience you are pressed into me more and more, like a stamp in my passport.

I am not the type of person who knows exactly what I want to do with my life. My chameleon mind soars in and out of different realities, different scenarios.

Your past may have built you but it never reduced you, it never spoiled your potential — it only ever added to it, it only ever made you stronger, more deserving of a love that loves you back.

Sometimes changing the world means changing your world.

If you had let me, I would have fought; I would have sent my heart to war for you, I would have never backed down

Thank you for inspiring me to be a better person. For seeing gardens within me when I saw cemeteries.

They left you because they couldn’t convince themselves that they wouldn’t turn into their parents, that they wouldn’t wake up one day and want to flee.