Multiple times I've tried to get you to listen. Multiple times you had ignored my comments, dismissing them for a lie. Can't you see!? How your eyebrows ark at the end? How your skin glows? How radiant it is? Don't you see the length of your legs and how perfect they are? How you entire face lights up when you smile? How beautiful your dentition is? How elegant the face of your shape look? Every part...every part of you is perfect.
I notice how you quickly walk past a mirror cause you'd rather move outside without having an idea how you look then catching a glimpse of how you do. I notice the tension on your shoulders when you think someone is staring too much at you, and you comment about them noticing how ugly you are. How you store the videos you make in your phone and never let anyone see them.
Don't you see what I see, Princess? Don't you notice how I freeze when I get to look at you every single day? I fear the Lord had blessed me so much for giving me someone like you. Don't you see the way I stare at you? With utmost love and admiration? I wish you could see yourself with my eyes. How beautiful you are Princess. So beautiful.
I love the way you unconsciously raise your eyebrows whenever you laugh. I love the little twitch when you're trying to not laugh. I love the way you pout whenever you were pissed. I love the expressions you make on your face whenever you're making a video. I love the way you stare blankly whenever you wake up. I love the way you squeal whenever you come across a K-pop edit. I love the way you kick your legs and scream whenever you're on TikTok. I love the way you scuffle with your long legs to my bed to talk to me. I love the way you try to get my attention. I love that you listen, whenever. I love the way you're never actually in a bad mood. I love...you.
Tell me, my sweet girl. Tell me about everything. Tell me how you feel, so I can rub my palm against your back to try to calm you down. Tell me how you think you're in danger cause you haven't started reading and exams are two weeks away. Make me laugh with your corny jokes and look at me funny whenever I say an 18+ comment. Tell me that you're proud of me, the way you always do. Tell me how you think you're not enough to be a lawyer. Tell me how you think you chose wrong. Let me see all of you and fall in love with every part.
You are enough. Times and times, I whisper, murmur, say and yell. Why don't you listen to me? Why do you desperately want to believe otherwise? Why do you think you're not up to it? Why do you so deny yourself of clarity, of joy, satisfaction and peace? I could write a book, you just have to say 'do it' and I'd write a whole book explaining terms, technologies and reasons why you are all that. Why I think you are so much more than what you've limited your brain and heart to think, my princess.
Thankyou for reading;)
