There is a very fragile, diaphanous person that is spinning herself into being inside me. Maybe someday... someday soon... her lines will thicken and harden, become a little less hope and a little more reality.
This person wants to love everybody... and hopes everyone loves her, too. She's learning not to take it to cruelly if they don't.
She's learning that to love somebody doesn't mean you have to say it all the time, because then the words won't mean what you want them to anymore. To love somebody doesn't mean to hold them so tightly that they can't get their arms free to hold you back.
She's learning that no one will make fun of her if she gets on her knees when she needs to. That her relationship with God can be personal, without anyone telling her to make it that way.
That sometimes people don't mean to be mean. That it's a whole lot easier falling in love than being in love.
She wants so many things, to be honest and good and true and follow what's right. She wants to take everyone with her.
But most of all, she knows she can't do it all at once... and she's content with working at it.