Here's a letter to you- the girl i once knew.

Becoming Her – But Not Quite

Here’s a letter to you—the girl I once knew,

Let me heal the pain we stumbled through—

the kind that clings to the ghost I keep pretending I’ve outgrown.

I’m not there yet, but I’m learning to be

the version you dreamed, when you still believed.

If only these past echoes would let us breathe.

I write this letter, hoping you hear me out—

The Girl You Were

You had dreams, wild and bright,

but the world was too bitter to show you its softer side.

Love, identity, belonging—

all you ever yearned for—

now elusive like the distant horizon.

Pain and torture, your constant companions,

so familiar you trust nothing outside them.

Still Haunted

At twenty-four, still hunted by you—

the echo of a self—fractured, untrue.

Each tear you cried, a flood I still feel,

a sea of sorrow I’ve struggled to heal.

I try to move on, but your grip so tight,

wounds reopen like yesterday’s scar—raw, unspoken.

This letter’s a whisper-I hope you hear me tonight.

“Set us free,” I murmur into the dark,

where pain and silence leave a mark.

Love and identity—lost in the haze,

chasing horizons through tear-blurred days.

This letter’s a plea—can you hear me now?

The dreams we once had—can I show you how?

A Hand to the Past

At twenty-four, let me reach for your hand,

and walk you back through a softer land.

To become the self you longed to see,

before the ache carved scars in me.

A version of us—untouched by the past,

loving the things we lost too fast.

This letter’s a hope—I pray it finds you somehow.

Our Quiet Parade

At twenty-four, let’s walk our own quiet parade.

Let’s repaint the walls we once stared blankly at,

change the pillow still stained with our tears,

raise a glass, toast to what we could be—

just us—and these walls where our echoes stayed.

Where no one answered, but we still spoke,

in whispers and weeping, in dreams that broke.

Now let’s chase the light that once filled our soul.

Turn the page to a dawn where we might feel whole—

Together—

Come what may!

Authored by N.K. EUNICE

“Healing isn’t linear. Sometimes, it’s a quiet parade back to ourselves—embracing every version along the way.”