There’s a part of me that wants to prove I’m not the same girl years ago.
I want to show them:
I’m confident now. I’m strong. I’m fun to be with.
But the more I try, the more my insecurity shows. The more it all seems fake.
Inside the car with my old friends, I close my eyes and let go…
I don’t have to be.
I don’t have to pretend.
We were all young once. Stupid and unsure of ourselves. We all made mistakes.
It’s strange to find grace and happiness from people who I once feared because of my “inadequacy”.
Grace.
Acceptance.
Unexpected gestures that I will forever be grateful for.
Deep down, I don’t have to prove it.
I am not the same girl 7 years ago.
We are not the same person years ago.
We’ve grown. Changed. Matured even.
There’s no need to prove it because it’s obvious.
One thing remains though: the friendship.
A friendship so deep you didn’t even realize it was there.
But it is.
Rooted in our hearts.
Watered by time.
And even in the tide of events, it will always stay.
We’ll always find our way to each other.
Full of grace.
Full of joy.
Surely, we are wiser than yesterday.
Life With Rachel 