the blessing

Blessing, the name of the girl you love who you can’t stop talking about. Maybe it’s because you love the way her name tastes on your tongue, or because you enjoy her in general. Either way, she’s the definition of absolute perfection. She’s kind but not one to keep her feelings to herself. She’s bold about her opinions—proud of it—but she’s still so caring. She’ll be struggling through so much, wanting to give up all the time, but she always manages to somehow keep pushing through. She has strong tenacity and no matter how much she might want to just give up, she can’t. And it’s not because she loves herself like a narcissist, rather, it’s because she doesn’t want those around her to hurt. She doesn’t deserve to go through the problems she suffers with and when she tells you about them YOU feel your heart ache. She’ll say “I’m fine,” but you see straight through her mask. You want to wrap your arms around her, whisper comforting words into her ear as you stroke her hair. She’ll eventually break, making you’re heart ultimately shatter, but you know that she needs this. She’ll start to tremble, mumbling incoherent phrases of apologies as you continue to lull her. But when she stops and relaxes, man doesn’t that just make you smile like an idiot. She’ll reciprocate the smile, hers much brighter. And that smile will just make you melt. And that’s when you realize that you want complete happiness for this damn girl.